All the Pieces

     Today was just one of those days…one where the smallest things seemed really big and I'm sitting here at bedtime wishing I was exhausted over things that matter more.  I flew into our mid-week Bible study after some small defeats that come with being a wife, mother, and teacher, having my e-mail hacked and losing all of my contacts and saved messages, and about a thousand other absent-minded things I had done running through my mind.  Thankfully, the lesson helped me re-evaluate, and on our long trip home, I overheard my girls singing along with our newest favorite CD.  I stopped my own singing to hear Altar sing the words, "I'm letting go of all the pieces that I try to keep from falling down…You're the only One who can heal a heart like mine."  I couldn't help but be thankful that God was using her innocent words to minister to my frazzled mind and heart.

     Just as we pulled into our driveway, I overheard her singing, "This is my temporary home…not where I belong…windows and rooms…that I'm passing through", and I was reminded the pieces I was carrying were all temporary things…on the way to where we're going.  By this time I had convinced myself I was over my bad day, just to walk into the house and drop something borrowed that will cost me $200 to replace.  I would love to say I handled it all with a lovely disposition, but such was NOT the case.  I grumped and griped everyone off to bed then went into the bathroom and had a good cry.  I failed the test miserably.  Our carried pieces just have to fall sometimes.  Take it from me…there's a lot less mess if you lay them at His feet.

"I'm letting go of all the pieces

that I try to keep from falling down.

You're the only One who can heal a heart like mine.

I'm reaching out, so help me, Jesus.

Take all of me and lay it on the ground.

I'm trusting You one day at a time."