I’m in the third year of writing my memoir. It’s a project that can’t be hurried along, even though many days I feel like I’m running late for the school bus and need a good shove on my bottom to get moving.
I long to get through the schooling in the brokenness of my own humanity, and on to the grown-up life of the promised happy ending. But patient endurance must finish its work.
Over and over I must keep going back. Back to study brokenness, back to study pain. Back to study who I was, who I became, and who truly I wanted to be. It’s like picking up shards of a broken mirror, each reflecting a fragment of me, and trying to piece it back together.
Trying to make the pieces, and me, WHOLE again.
I can’t go back and make some of those pieces pretty.
But I am moving forward, and with God’s help, the whole is becoming beautiful!
The book of my life will be colored by beauty, and not by shame and pain. Because:
God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes. Psalm 18:24 MSG
Praying for God to help you make the whole of your life beautiful too.