I Express Myself Through Writing

The day my abuse began my life was shattered into tiny bits like a broken glass shattering on the floor. As I looked at the broken pieces I thought it would be impossible to ever put them back together. They were so small it would take years and even a miracle to make it look like it was before. So those pieces were left in a pile on the floor and forgotten.

As I went through life I always felt something was missing, like a part of me was lost. I felt numb, lifeless and nothing seemed to matter in the world. I tried finding things to fill that void in my life, but nothing seemed to fit or fill up that empty space. I began to lose hope and wonder if life was worth living without having a purpose in my life.

I contemplated on giving up. I didn’t feel like fighting because nobody cared for me. As I cried and said I can’t take it anymore, I asked God to let me go. But a voice in my heart said no and I picked myself off the floor. I did not argue and I trusted the voice within me.

As I continued throughout my life, I worked on trying to heal myself. It was small steps but I did work hard each time and then I would need to take a break. Little did I know, but behind the scenes someone was carefully and slowly piecing the broken glass back together.

There came a time where I stopped wanting to work towards healing. I was frustrated because it was taking too long, I was tired and I thought I would never fully heal. I still felt broken and I still was not whole. The remainder of broken pieces was set down, the repair only half done.

I felt broken again and realized the last part of my healing would be the hardest. I would have to get angry and finally let go if I wanted to be free. I began to have hope and I worked harder than I ever did before. I was determined this time, that I would persevere through the pain. I didn’t realize how close the glass was to being complete again.

I grew stronger and saw myself succeeding in different areas of my life. Then I realized that all this time those shattered pieces were carefully being placed back together with love. I noticed something different about the glass this time. When the light hit this glass it reflected a beautiful light. The glass was so much stronger then the original. While the cracks and seams were still visible, it was more precious than any other glass because it was made with love. I will cherish this glass forever.

This story is about me and how shattered my life became when I was struck by difficult trials. It shows how God put those pieces, once broken and useless, back together, making it stronger, more beautiful and for a useful purpose in this world. The cracks and seams in the repaired glass – the scars that remain after healing – refract the beautiful light like a prism.

Never give up because no matter how many shattered pieces you have from trials, God has the ability to put all those pieces back together and make you into something that is stronger. Much stronger, and more beautiful than you can ever imagine. You don’t have to remain a collection of broken pieces of glass. But instead let God turn you into a beautiful masterpiece.