All the Pieces

I’m not sure if we learn it from culture or it’s our natural human instinct to hold on. I know for me, I’ve clung to old pictures, memories, people, mistakes I’ve made – far longer than I should have, collecting the pieces of brokenness like one would bumper stickers – showing every place I’ve been. I thought that these “pieces” defined me and made me who I am. But I realized they are only pieces taking up space and stopping me from entering into the fullness of everything God has for me. Holding on doesn’t equate to healing. And I realize now that God is big enough to handle all my pain, the mistakes I’ve made, and any brokenness I’m still carrying. I no longer hold on but give Him all the pieces of my heart. I want Him to do a new thing. Don’t you?