Have you ever felt like something is missing?
Like, if you could find that missing piece everything would be better?
I believe this is very normal and that, yes many do have missing pieces. I am.
We are often missing pieces of our health. We are missing emotional wholeness.
We are missing pieces.
And peace.
This last week this made more sense to me. I sat in my chair and looked down at a broken piece. I was soon to eat it. It was broken just for me- a perfect fit.
God made it for me.
What am I speaking of? The body of Christ. It was broken for me and now, some Sundays, I partake of it.
I need it. His body.
Broken for me.
As often as I take it in, it is like I replace my broken pieces and fill in the empty places.
It is good.
Thank you God for your brokenness.
I so need your fullness.
