like glue

so i've been thinking...i know, right?
but really. i wonder sometimes if the reasons why we go through really difficult times is simply to break us. because it seems as though the only time people really change is when they are forced to do it.

you see, change is hard. and uncomfortable. and disruptive. and chaotic. and painful. and yet...completely necessary. that's the sad truth - and a lesson i've been learning on a daily basis. hurt is the catalyst for change. so not only are you in total pain but you have to be uncomfortable too. how cool is that?!

back to this breaking thing. i've been knocked around a few times. (and by few i obviously mean lots. as in therapy worthy. as in people have looked at me and said, "woa". thanks folks. that's always a boost to the ol' self esteem.) and each time i have been broken into pieces. and i am convinced that i won't be able to pick them back up, let alone put them back together!

but i've been thinking. and i've been introspective.
everytime i have been broken, i have managed to pick the pieces back up again.
and everytime i have picked the pieces back up, i have put them back together.
and everytime i have put them back together, i have rearranged them just enough to make a better me.
and everytime i have taken these piece and put them together in such a way that it makes me a better person i use a little bit stronger glue.
a glue that helps me to keep the good changes i have made. a glue that encourages me to continue improving myself. a glue that makes me stronger, more like the person i am meant to become.

i wonder if this time around my glue can be God.

Comments

[Dawn]

I went through a really tough time a few years ago. I was shattered & I just didn't think I could pick up the pieces one more time. I didn't even know how I had managed to put myself back together so many times before. Once I got myself out of that damaging cycle, I realized that I had gotten away from church. It's not that I didn't believe anymore but prior to moving to Florida, I went to church every Sunday and once I got here, I didn't find a new church and life happened. Then when things fell apart I just felt lost & left dangling. When I found myself out on my own again, I started going back to church again. Suddenly I felt a peace I didn't realize I had been missing. I didn't feel lost & dangling & directionless. It was exactly what I needed. I hope you find that same peace...

[jenn]

you go girl! we all grow from the crap that happens to us. i know you will always be able to pick up the pieces and rebuild yourself into someone better and stronger. let's call the next model G-2.0
;o)