I can be fragile.
I can be broken in so many ways. Hurt feelings. Poor self image. Lack of ambition. Loss of life. A change of plans.
I can be affected by others. The quickly spoken words of another person can linger in my mind for weeks. I hate it when I let that happen. I can internalize disappointment, criticism, loneliness and more. I often let the imperfections of myself and others leave a mark on my daily outlook.
I am tattooed by failures and longings for what is out of reach.
I am stained.
The struggles, the pain, the selfishness stain my life and affect me each day.
I press on, but my vision is clouded by poor choices and the imperfection in my life.
I press on, but I am jaded and unimpressive.
Love changes everything.
I stop. I pray. I ask God for help.
The broken stained pieces of my life are taken and put together in an array of color and life. I have a life rearranged.
With God, and a sustaining belief that Jesus died and rose again, I am transformed.
I bring my broken pieces to the Father. He artistically creates. He puts me together.
The world provides nothingness. Broken pieces.
With the world's viewpoint, no matter how I am put together, I am dull and useless.
God provides life.
With a dependence on God, I live a life vibrantly illuminated by God's love.
On this day, I choose life.
And, I pray that I will make the same choice tomorrow.
"The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing..." John 6:63