To me, a puzzle has always been an invitation to slow down.

Growing up, we had a cupboard packed so tightly with puzzles that pulling one out risked bringing the whole stack down with it.
Whenever I see a good puzzle, I think of my dad. He simply loves them. I remember the art-print puzzles he carefully pieced together—some he even glued, framed, and hung with pride. To this day, I can always count on finding a beautiful puzzle spread across the kitchen table during General Conference weekend, waiting to be worked on while the words lift our spirits.
It’s a tradition that still brings me comfort. So please—feel welcome to share in it. Break out this puzzle while listening to something that inspires you, or simply savor the slow, steady rhythm of creating something piece by piece. I hope the process feels as grounding and therapeutic to you as it always has to me.