A Mosaic of Being Human

I am a mosaic, a living work of art, just like you. Our colors, once bright and bold, may have faded with time and pain. Some of our pieces are chipped, their edges sharp enough to cut. Each fragment represents a part of our lives, a memory, a feeling, an experience.

For a long time, we might have felt scattered, our pieces lying broken and alone. But slowly, we begin to find connections. With each new relationship, each moment of love and understanding, we feel a gentle force bringing our fragments together.

This force, like a strong but invisible glue, holds us in place. It's made of kind words, warm hugs, and patient listeners. It's the strength we find in others and, surprisingly, in ourselves.

As we come together, we start to see the bigger picture. It's not perfect - there are still cracks and missing pieces - but it's beautiful in its own way. We realize that this is the image God had in mind for us all along.

Our scars are now part of our design, telling our stories in a way that words alone never could. We are still works in progress, but every day, we become more whole. These mosaics of ours, with all their flaws and beauty, are uniquely us - and that's something to be proud of.