What we dwell on is what we become...

God I am me. You know who I am. Each and every piece of me. Every space, each thought, each mannerism-You made me. 

You already knew I would be this....So I ask that you take these pieces of me. 

Take my chipped, broken, cracked, shaved, tarnished pieces and do what only You can. You gave me these pieces. They represent the many things that make up me. My children. My faith. My career. The dreams/goals. Family. Heart desires. Flaws and insecurities. I ask that you would take each piece…and do what only You can. Put them within Your puzzle frame one piece after the other. I see You taking your time when I grow impatient with your puzzle thinking process. But You keep going (The Master at this) piece by piece. 

You strategically place each piece without help as if you had this plan all along. Displaying how each piece comes together and is perfectly placed. How sometimes a few of my pieces are frayed and torn and delicately You place it anyway and see some of my pieces are lost and You quickly look and find them and smile even brighter when you place those. So, God, I'm in pieces. I feel like pieces and my world is in pieces. Your pieces of me are lost, broken, unfulfilled and downright confused but help me to trust my pieces in Your hands.