One Little Piece

I thought that I would abandon the lame illustrations in my writing by now. That the metaphors would fade away with college essays. Sorry guys. It never happened.

I was laying in bed a few evenings ago, reeling with morning sickness, heartburn, and other fun experiences of the first trimester, and I began to think about my life. When I was younger, I wanted to be a vet, a dolphin trainer, a professional actress, a correspondent for the Travel Channel....but when it comes right down to it, there are only a few things I consistently wanted:

1) Be a writer
2) Marry Frank W.
3) Dance

Eh, not bad. I get paid for writing fluff each month, I married Frank, and I am dancing and coordinating dance more than I probably should now that I am with child....but laying there staring at the ceiling...there was just this feeling of failure. How can I be relatively young, have done most of the stuff I've wanted to do, and still feel like I am just so insignificant?

I tossed all the feelings over to God, just like I have been all year, and I instantly had a vision of a vase made out of what looked like stained glass, falling down and breaking into a thousand pieces on the floor. Then, it was put back together again - the colors were so diverse and brilliant, with light shining through to give a sort of translucent beauty to it. But there was one piece missing. A tiny hole in the glass, not in the center or anywhere very noticeable at first.

But with that hole there, the vase's value is greatly depreciated. It can't hold water, it can't be displayed for fancy dinners - it's just a glued together vase with a missing piece.



God showed me how I am that tiny missing piece. That even if I can't see or feel significance in my life, I still count. He is shining light through and around me, and without me, there's a hole in the plan.

Same thing goes for anyone else - we are all a piece of a beautiful mosaic of love that God is constantly molding and shaping. So next time you feel insignificant - think about the most beautiful vase you can imagine (or box, window, whatever I don't care), and feel the impact of that flaw if you were to take yourself out of the plan.

It's remarkable how not one of us is forgotten.