PIECES OF GOD.
In my foolishness, I search for God. There is no need. God is right outside the walls I have put up around myself…waiting for me to let Him in.
Sometimes I catch a glimmer of Him through a crack. I see Him in the majesty of nature, in a kind word or a smile.
God shimmers and shines in the form of reconciliation and forgiveness.
Sometimes God doesn’t filter in. Sometimes pieces of Him bombard me like cannonballs. When I saw three young women showing care and compassion for their grandmother, I was hit. The pieces exploded in a quiet hospital room at 2 in the morning in the form of answered prayers.
When I came to the certain and unwavering realization that Death is not always a monster to be feared, the pieces were everywhere.
Pieces of God hit me in my hardened heart and softened it just a little this week.