I have been inspired by this book; since it sat on the nightstand table of my mother’s side of the bed since I was a little girl. I used to hold the book in my hand, flip through the pages, look at the various drawings of seashells and wonder why it was so important to my mother.
It was written in 1955 by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, and rewritten 20 years later. it could have been written today, in 2015. If you’ve ever walked on a sandy beach, for the sole purpose of picking shells, you’ve ‘lived’ this book.
I won’t spoil the book for you, now that your interest has been piqued, and I do encourage you to read it; request from your library! Let me just say that it is incredibly simply written, it will move you to understand the hand of God much clearer than maybe you do now.
Secondly, from my childhood, is the bible we gave mom on Mother’s Day 1975. I am so blessed to have this book in my possession now, in fact -it is the only bible I use now, each day I thumb through the pages as part of my bible study; perhaps in the same way mom did.
My mother died in 1978, I was 14 years old. The reason I wrote “The Pieces” and why I blog here is it was through her passing to 25-some-odd years later that I returned to our Heavenly Father, relieved to be the prodigal daughter – accepted and loved as if I never had left.
I encourage you to find pieces from your childhood that bring joy and look at them again, as an adult with adult eyes. You may be pleasantly surprised to feel some of that happiness again!
I understand now, why my mother enjoyed this book so much and why it was at the top of her book pile. It is on my bookshelf with only my favorite books. Full circle.
Today I’d like to share part of my testimony with you, which – until this morning, I didn’t realize I had! God doesn’t really work in mysterious ways, He reveals what we can handle!
The biggest source of healing in my life, has been emotional. All of my broken pieces have been soldered back together; not at one time, but over a period of many years. God has restored relationships and even healed memories.
The biggest eye opener for me; is that I left God behind, He never left. NEVER. He was always there, available to me if only I had asked. But I didn’t ask. Instead I let disappointment fuel my anger towards God. Some might say that is blasphemy, but I believe more than anything, God wants our honesty, he desires a close relationship with me. How can it be close if it’s superficial? God has seen me at my absolute worst, not many of us have gotten that close to another human being. “Warts and all” a description to sum up what God accepts from me.
Share your testimony, here or with another. Let the story of your life be a ‘saving piece.’
The world is a place filled with violence, unrest, sorrow and anger. It is also a place filled with beauty, love and peace. How can we ever find a healthy, spiritual balance?
c : internal calm : tranquility
Psalm 32:7 You are a hiding place for me; You, Lord, preserve me from trouble, You surround me with songs and shouts of deliverance.
Acts 20:32 And now [brethren], I commit you to God [I deposit you in His charge, entrusting you to His protection and care]. And I commend you to the Word of His grace [to the commands and counsels and promises of His unmerited favor]. It is able to build you up and to give you [your rightful] inheritance among all God’s set-apart ones (those consecrated, purified, and transformed of soul).