And then sometimes the pieces lie after Sovereignly guided scissors cut into life further than expected. That offense He allows, that security He asks me to relinquish, the difficult circumstance He lead me into, they leave pieces of me strewn, and I am sure I am and can be nothing more than a mess.
To The One who lets nothing go to waste, scrap is destined to be an ornament of His love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, and faith. What cannot be seen now of what He is intending to make, will be on display one day. Faith will begin to reveal the progress until all is revealed after Life’s final transition into eternity. There are no scraps there. My life, remade and assembled, will become a whole of praise that worships Him who made my transformation possible.