Pieces of Me

I am a mosaic...a history of broken fragments rearranged and reconstructed.  Up close I may appear complicated, indistinguishable....but when observed from a distance, the truth of my identity is revealed.  If merely given the opportunity, I might surprise you.

So often I hide behind the reality of who I am, afraid you'll see something distasteful and turn a blind eye in my direction.  It's disheartening to realize the people you long to love so much cannot reciprocate.  But even amidst rejection, there is hope that one single person is simply waiting for me to love them. 

I am still awestruck at the human capability to survive...and retain a desire to love even after crawling through flames and broken glass.  There is an innate need within each of us to love with our whole selves, to fully sacrifice and embrace another.  It's as though control is extinguished. 

And despite years of rejection and betrayal, I am not afraid to love again.  For every sad memory I carry, there are a thousand faces of hope just beyond the horizon, waiting for me.  I want to cradle these faces and wipe the tears away and tell them that they are lovely and that restoration is possible.  We are all masterpieces of glory.  We are all mosaics.  And if you'll let me....I'll help you pick up the pieces.