Living

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.

A tattoo.

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