All the Broken Pieces Continued

So I am feeling like I should elaborate on the song I chose for yesterday. On Sunday, Pastor Ron's sermon illustrated that a woman should be treated like a precious, priceless vase. Unfortunately, sometimes we women are treated like a cheap tumbler, tossed around, thrown and worthless. I feel like the glass vase that has been dropped cracked and then finally shattered. After hearing the song and praying for the 3 hours to Canton and back, I feel like Abba's holding the pieces. He's gone into his studio and is working to put me back together, even more beautiful than before. I have a vision of a beautiful mosaic vase. I am so excited to see what the future holds as this new thing takes shape.