In my mind I can think of a million shards of memories that try to come together to remind me of a life in torture that I used to live. Those moments. Those which found me screaming out in wretched pain. Those which found me wanting to just sleep and never wake up.
No one has any inkling, even when I put into words, how horrible… and lonely… it was for me all those years ago.
But I’m so thankful. Beyond words.
Why? Because those memories do not come together to form that same puzzle anymore. I am actually thankful for those memories. For they remind me…
They remind me that I looked up and chose to continue on. I was always walking in the Plan… and I finally saw the Truth. I’ve got the Puzzle Maker… the Plan Maker. The Architect.
Jesus was always in it.
Now those shards come together, perfectly glued to form a picture that I love today. Those parts and pieces were allowed to shatter for what came later… and what is to come.
I’m set aside for this. Exactly this. My long lonely life has prepared me. How could I not be thankful for that.
No question. No question mark.
Don’t give up if you are in the middle of a million shards, Dear Hearts. The Plan Maker is right in the middle of it with you. #ALL IN.