Five Minute Friday

Deep breath. We made it. Together.

It's Friday.

Today's Topic: Whole.

GO.

Little, tiny pieces of glass. That's what I picture myself handing God one day as I meet him for the first time. I can just see it... He asks me for my heart, and all I have to give him is a handful of tiny broken shards. I can see myself just standing there, my head hung, wishing I hadn't broken it. I wish I had a whole heart to give him... not these little multi-colored pieces that now lay in the hands of the Lord.

"Tell me about this one" He says as He holds up a small green piece with jagged edges.

"Well, that was when my Grandfather died. He loved everything about the earth around him... he instilled that in me, too. But I never understood why it was you had to take him. He was my only one, and I loved him so very much. I only got to know him for 8 years..."

"You'll see, be patient my dear child. What about this one?" A large purple piece, also jagged, with a large crack right up to the very center. I could never forget that one.

"My cancer diagnosis. I was so angry, and so hurt. What did I do, God? I loved you so much. I really did try my very best to live for you. Why in the world did you let me go through that much pain? I was mad at you, God. And so very alone. It changed me forever, that diagnosis..."

"I remember it well. Now, tell me about this one." A completely different piece. Smaller than the last, but ever more beautiful. Clean edges, almost an oval shape. And the color was indescribable.

"The birth of my baby girl. I love her so, God. Please keep taking care of her. She changed my life, too, you know. She filled me with so much joy and taught me what it really meant to love someone. She's a special girl."

"That she is, my dear. Now, let's talk about this heart of yours. Is this what you have to give me, or is there anything else?" My head dropped.

"No, that's all. I'm so sorry, I meant to keep it whole, I did! But...."

"No worries, my dear sweet daughter. Look." As I lift my head again, I am astonished as to what I see. There, in my makers hands is an amazing stained-glass sculpture. Tears begin to fill my eyes.

Whole. All those pieces... fragments of me, my heartaches and my joys.... all fit together. They fit seamlessly, and all for the good of creating this beautiful masterpiece. They all make sense now. I can now see. Me... wholly beautiful, wholly accepted, wholly loved.

STOP.

Full disclosure: I was way over my limit. But, I had to finish. Oh, well! (:

Enjoy your weekend, sweet loves. You mean the world to me!

Love,

Sarah