I've been thinking alot about the people who have made an impact on me, in some way or another, throughout the course of my life. A conversation that prompted by last blog post, also prompted this line of thinking.
There are people who seem to own pieces of me, pieces I've given away, or that have been taken from me over the years. I had a very visual picture of it in my mind this afternoon as I started to think about the pieces of me that have someone else's name tatooed across them.
There's a piece of me that will always belong to my first love; a corner of my heart that seems to store the momentos of that time in my life.
There's the smile that belongs to the friend who always knows how to evoke it; the only one who knows.
There are pieces that are ugly and scarred by people who have wounded me with words and actions; their names scratched into the jagged tissue.
There's the side of me that is reserved for the one who always seems to make me go a little crazy, get a little dangerous.
There are thousands of pieces that have been touched by someone else in one way or another. And, there are a few special people who have a key to the door of my heart and are allowed full access anytime they wish. These people are my greatest blessings and treasures. They are the ones who can come in when my heart is a mess, a complicated mess that I don't want to show to anyone,and help me sift through the pieces. These friends are often my lifeline.
Sometimes loneliness seems to settle in my soul, even though I am surrounded by love. Today is one of those days. I think it has much to do with the eternity that has been set in my heart and the longing for home that sometimes catches me unaware. I have to say I felt a little jealousy last night as I talked to a friend who long a friend to cancer. I'm not envious of the pain her family is feeling or the sense of loss that is surely surrounding them. But, there was a bit of longing stirred in my soul at the thought that she was now seeing the Lord face to face. No more veil of tears. No more human brokenness and pain; only perfection and basking in the light of the Son. More and more my heart longs for that day when I too shall see fullness of His glory; then face to face.
So, as I bring it all full-circle in my mind, I realize that I am so grateful for a Savior who holds all of the pieces of me in His hands. I am so thankful that, no matter what piece of me feels lost to another, they are all safe in His heart. And, one day, I will be complete, whole and perfect; every little piece in place.