To the one holding the pieces…
Not the ones you chose.
Not the ones you expected.
But the ones that shattered in your hands when everything changed.
Jagged.
Awkward.
Painfully heavy.
Unwanted.
You’ve tried to make sense of it.
Tried to carry it like it didn’t cut.
Tried to move forward like you weren’t bleeding.
But girl, you were never meant to carry this alone.
From one who has held pieces, too—
the most powerful thing I ever did
was give every last piece to Jesus.
Even the ones I wanted to keep.
Even the ones I didn’t understand.
How?
Over and over again.
Through tears.
Through anger.
Through the long nights and the prayers I didn’t have words for.
Through confession, repentance, worship, and surrender.
And you know what?
He didn’t just take the pain—
He carried me.
So today, precious one,
if the pieces are too much…
Let the One who holds the whole world
hold you too.
He will come.
He will carry.
He will rebuild.
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