jumbledpieces

Scattered jumbled pieces Strewn about and all around Like a giant jigsaw puzzle Fallen pieces on the ground Try to put them all together It's impossibly complex Seems like pieces never fit They seem twisted and perplexed Pick the pieces out by color So very many different hues Pinks, purples, shades of taupe Greens, brown, fuchsia, orange, and blues Pick them out by lines and angles But the lines are never straight Crooked, jagged, wavy, broken Too complicated to translate Pick them out by shapes of objects Oh so many, all confused All gets jumbled more than ever Tattered pieces often used Pieces worn by many passersby Trying to figure out and sort The pieces that looked appealing Pretty pieces they would court But oh so many crumbled pieces Never was the picture whole Much like an anguished spirit, No peace or comfort for the soul So the pieces, though they were pretty No one could bring them all together So the puzzle got thrown out The thing endured all sorts of weather The pieces, they laid scattered Under sunshine, snow, and sleet Good for nothing, left in pieces The picture never made complete Until one day God looked from heaven For a small piece called up to Him The piece was tattered, faded, soiled Its colors spilled and ugly, lines were dim But as the Lord picked up the piece That had called unto His name He saw that the piece was the very center A broken heart that was in pain The Father breathed upon the piece Then He rubbed it to His cloak The piece triumphantly shouted The fragments from their slumber woke They looked unto the Father They bade Him take them too He picked up the broken pieces In His hand they became new Each piece that had been weathered Forgotten, neglected, and abused Instantly became strengthened His love no longer they refused As they basked, refreshed and joyous Taking in the brightness of the Son He gently placed each transformed piece Making all parts become as one The puzzle is no longer jumbled No longer a puzzle, but now a story For the Master embraced the pieces For His pleasure, for His glory The whole surely understands What it is like to be rejected It can sympathize with shattered pieces Knows what it’s like to be neglected It longs to reach out to help others It seeks pieces that are broken, used For it can take them to the Father No not one will He refuse

Another Dimension

Confined in this body of flesh: On the inside of me, in my heart, my soul, my mind, are infinite possibilities. I feel as if I could fly ... emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Yet there are so many limitations to this flesh we carry around ... So in order to "fly" and be free, our minds must soar out of this mediocre complacent existence in which we are encased! We must create, sing, dance, paint, play, jump, laugh ... to enjoy life, to experience life, to it's fullest! I believe there is another dimension, which we may hear about with our ears, read about with our eyes, sense with our whole being, but cannot seem to reach while here in this flesh. How blessed to serve a Lord who loves us, who draws us out of ourselves and into His shadow, so that we can truly soar in His Spirit. Being a spirit-filled, blood-bought, Christ-taught daughter of the Most High God is an awesome journey! What an honor and priviledge it is to live for Him, to be chosen by Him. Life is sweet, rich, precious ... yet oh so fragile ... and should be handled with prayer. God's amazing grace and love ... including the beautiful gift of FAMILY and relationships ... are our most precious gifts.