I thought my life was shattered- I remained broken, and every dream I had, had become nothing but fragments of what I knew my destiny should have been.
I kept a light in my soul, but it was dim.
I had a vision of my future, but it was grim.
My first concern was, "will I survive?" My second concern was, "will I just be alive, or will I live?"
Thank God he's the potter, and I'm just the clay- he has special eyes that sees how to make broken things beautiful again.
Every shattered piece of me has been beautifully polished and mended back together; I feel like he allowed me to be broken, so he could make me better.
The outer might have cracked, but my inner spirit stayed intact- I shattered like glass, and out of that, my greatness spilled out.