Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.....each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:34

Life was a slow, easy pace, at the cottage on the lake, where I spent many summers as a child. There was always a jigsaw puzzle on the card table. Somehow it was like a magnet, drawing me as I passed by, "Sit down, and put that one piece in."

Early on, we had photos of puppies and kittens in baskets with large pieces. Later, country landscapes with tiny pieces. As soon as we'd finish one, we'd begin another. Dump out the box. Save any pieces already stuck together for a head start. Prop up the lid so the finished picture was visible.

Soon puzzle pieces would be scattered everywhere on the table top. Mom taught us, "Separate the pieces with straight, outside edges. Find the four corners, and make the frame before starting the rest."

What if there had been no cover picture to guide us and help put the pieces together? We don't have a lid to look at, with a finished photo, for the puzzles of our lives. God, however, knows exactly and precisely what the picture looks like.

I recall my sister would pick up a piece and determinedly say, "This fits!", as she forced the cardboard into the space. How often I try to squeeze something into my life that is not supposed to be there, not designed for that particular time and place.

One day at a time, as we turn our lives over to Him, the Lord give us a piece for that day. "It's a puzzlement!"...the King of Siam, sang to Anna, in the musical, The King and I. Yes, well, not to Someone.

That's good news with heavenly hope.

......and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.
Revelation 5:8

Hurriedly, I was trying to retrieve Email I had deleted by mistake. No such luck. It was gone from that big E- mailbox in the sky. I was reminded of old science fiction movies where a martian, or other outer-space individual, would get zapped. One beam of light and he was deleted. Gone.

This week my husband was sharing how much his spiritual heritage means to him. "Just think," he said, "of all the prayers that have been said for me by my parents, grandparents, and others. Who knows where I'd be if it weren't for all those prayers!"

Later, I thought about what Ben had said. None of the prayers offered in his name has ever been deleted. No prayer he has prayed has been erased, either. Nor mine. Nor yours.

It says in the final book of the Bible that all our prayers are stored in huge golden bowls in God's throne room. All.

What an honor privilege, and blessing to pray. Each and every prayer is heard by God himself. And not one of them will ever be deleted. Not even by accident.