Broken Mirror

today i feel like a broken mirror.

i can fool you as i try to seem perfect. as if i have it all together. i don't want you to see me fall.
i want to live a holy life, one that is not dirty or tarnished.
so i may fake a smile and say what should be said. i don't want you to see how i am hanging on, so desperately holding on, trying not to fall or break.

then one day i fell. hard.

but now i finally understand. piece by piece God is picking me up. His is making something out of broken pieces of glass. a mosaic. a work of art.
so on days like today when i feel broken, dirty and useless i remember that in my brokenness God creates something beautiful.

today others see God's handiwork, me.