Just as I think that I have it all figured out, I fall, I have my feet swept from under me. How many times do I try to put myself back together? So many times I have described myself as a empty shell of a man. Knowing all the while why I feal empty. Knowing what it is that is missing. I have once again pulled the peices of my life back together. Not to fix them or fill them with things but to take them to be mended. To take them to the one place where they can be left and healed for good. To take myself to the one place that I can be filled with what needs to be. That is my prayer...I long to feal full.
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