Our Broken Pieces

Bit by bit I was torn a part, every time I think it will get better something worse always happens. I was finished I couldn't take the pain anymore. For a seventeen year old everything was too much to bear, and I had it all planned out, but sometimes even the worst things can turn out to make it all better. A blessing in disguise? Faith? Whatever it may be, my pieces were now being connected.

"Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears."