Whole

We are all broken. The beauty of our stories is within those broken areas, where God has pieced us together. We may just barely be hanging on, but He is much stronger than superglue.

He takes the parts that are shattered, the parts that even look like they are missing pieces, and magically crafts them together again...

Whole.

Being whole doesn't mean we have it all together. I'd wager to bet that we all still feel broken, because scars remind us of our cracks. Being whole just means that we know that we are broken, and are thankful that God put us together.

Being whole isn't always easy, either... because we must keep working. We are all works in progress. We won't be completely perfected until Heaven, but we are told that He is faithful to finish His work. He is faithful to piece together what is broken until it is perfected and whole and near like before...

except different.

Being whole means that we are changed. The Heaven-shaped hole in our heart has been filled with God's Spirit, and it changes everything.

This post is written as a part of a series for write 31 days using free write prompts from Five Minute Fridays. Today's prompt was whole.