Complete

  What wonder is there in me, that I was made incomplete with only the God of the universe to be my missing piece? How than shall I think of how much he loves me, how much he wants me to come dwell with him.  How beautiful is he that made me with all my weaknesses and shortcomings that he would still set a place for me at his table.  What love is this that while I did wrong against him, while we all did wrong against him he paid the price for us with his life.  What love is this? How strong it must be that he did not search to wipe me out when my lips cursed his name and my heart closed tight against his advances.  His arms were forever open, his eyes forever weeping at my folly, his heart forever broken at my pain; he waited and called for me.  I heard him.  In my darkest hour I heard him.  When all was lost and my soul was shattered like stars swept across the heavens I heard him.  I cried out “Father, Daddy, help me!!!” my hands reached skyward uplifting what was left of my broken, shattered soul.  And He, my creator, my Savior uplifted me.  He took my hand and brought my up through the darkest depths of despair and pain.  He cradled me in his arms and I heard him whisper to mine ear “how long I have waited for you mine child, how long my heart has pained me for all your pain and misfortune, and now. . . you are home.”  Tears swelled in my eyes rolling down my cheeks like a river rushes over a dam, and just then something happened, as I clung tight to my savoir my heart was healed.  Not just put back together as it had been before but really truly healed.  I was made whole and complete as I was meant to be since the day of my creation.  What power there is in love, what power there is in my God, and what joy there is in knowing him.