Picking up the pieces

My life is a causeway of shattered dreams

Pieces of my life strewn far and wide

There is nothing pleasant to behold

My Lord gently and purposefully picks up each piece

What can He make of the ruins of my life?

He does not cast the pieces into a pile of rubbish

Each piece is placed into a pattern

The pattern intricately and precisely mirrors the past

there is a resounding difference- a change

My Lord has taken something worthless

He has formed it into something. It is beautiful,

strong, purposeful, hopeful

The new pattern is utilized

It reaches into the lives of others whose dreams are shattering

It works to lovingly pick up the pieces of the lives of fellow sufferers

It is a masterpiece

It is a life that is useful

It is not my making – It is the Lord’s