Total surrender....

Often a person’s life is so shattered, it’s like …
A pillow busted by the punches of life
And all the feathers are spread all over
And she tries to place them back together,
The more she tries, the more confused she gets….
Often a person’s life is like….
That big puzzle and there are so many missing parts,
And she looks in all directions and in so many people,
in hope to find some clues, to have a hint…
It feels like an unsolved mystery
Because she searches in the wrong places,
And when she thinks that she has the right piece
Then she realizes that no substitute can suffice,
She needs the Authentic and original connection,
she needs to go back to the source itself
And as that thirst gets deeper in her,
As her life gets messier…
Then finally she surrenders,
And falls on her knees with bitter tears and says ,
Lord, I can’t do it on my own…
And suddenly all the pieces are mended together,
Grace shines upon her and
she can see the creator's fingerprints on the canvas of her life…
And she becomes a vessel unto honor, unto destiny….