Lord, today a moment happened
that made me feel like
someone had taken the pieces
of the puzzle of my life
and dumped them all over the place.
I thought the borders were secure,
and even a few areas complete.
Yet it all felt like my border
was being threatened
and my foundation scattered.
What I thought started the whole thing
became my obsession to repair any damage.
Here I thought I understood
at least where it all began.
But I must deliver the message
entrusted to me,
regardless of the validity of the source.
Lord, You are the one who
makes sense of it all.
I place all the pieces in Your hand.
4-9-15 Written by Gail Brookshire