The Shattered Pieces

I sat and gazed upon the wreckage of my life. Every stone I laid as a foundation long ago crumbled to dust. All the tools I had used to hammer my way through life were rusted and gone. I had nothing. This was it. Everything.

The Shattered Pieces.

With nothing left to do I started sifting through the wreckage of my life. How? How did it all fail? What went wrong? Over time I started opening the scattered boxes. Each full of broken things from my past. I took the time to understand each box. To understand how the things inside became broken. Sometimes I came across a box and recognized what was inside. And I also recognized why I was unable to deal with it. I set those ones aside. They still had to be dealt with. But I had to learn how first.

I went through it all. It's all organized. It's all understood. I even learned how to deal with a lot of what I couldn't when I started. But I had to recognize one thing...

It was all still broken. I had to start over.

I took one last look through the shattered pieces of my life for anything useful in starting over. In that last look I realized. 

I had taken the shattered pieces of my broken life and made a mosaic.

Come, let me show you.