Shattered for Purpose

A collision was all it was.

Into a million pieces scattered all over were the remains.
It would have taken me years to put back together..

Years it could take to make it what I once saw it as.

But what happened next? Immediately, i closed my eyes to see.
I saw it all being placed back together.

Years and years of things that I had once looked on as a beautiful piece of art had been shattered and now was being placed back together.
Already more had been done in five minutes than I could have done in 5 years.

The piece of art that is no longer, is my life. was my life. my life is not my own.

You see, I collided with a force that was much larger than me.
I collided with a force that broke me to the point of death. Death of a complacent man.
You see, I lived a complacent life. One that was okay with tomorrow being tomorrow.

I was okay with being a piece of art....But the thing about a piece of Art is that for the most part, it is unchanging. It sits on a wall or shelf and is admired as an object that only holds untangle meanings.

But I am lucky. For i had not done anything too extraordinary in my life to make me anything more than a simple pot that was made from clay.

When I was broken, My Potter gathered the scattered pieces, saturated them, and began to mold the pieces together again.

And I find myself in the process of being turned into a vessel.
No longer will my life be of no use to anyone other than providing trivial thoughts with no tangible meaning.

My life will now be one that pours out.
My life will now be looked on as vital.
My life will now be God's completely.




My life is not my own...