Lost and Found.

I've lost myself.

I realized the other day that I don't recognize myself anymore. That who I was, and who I want to be, no longer exists. Over the past half-year, and probably longer, I've been losing bits of myself. A piece here and a piece there. Falling to places that I don't even know, but falling nonetheless. Some of the pieces I've probably given away to people who either didn't deserve them or didn't know what to do with them. Some of the pieces just changed their shape as I grew, and I haven't recognized them yet. Some of the pieces were broken off and shattered from pain and hard times. Whatever the reason or cause of my breaking, the fact remains that I'm broken. When I look in the mirror I don't know the person I'm looking at. I remember who she once was, and I can even remember who she wants to be, but I'm not sure who she is right now.

But there's good news. There is a part of me, deep down inside that is untouchable. A part of my heart that is the essence of who I am. And it cannot be reached by anyone; it cannot be taken or given away. It is still intact. So I guess I haven't really LOST myself, I've just lost sight of who I am. But there's even more good news. Jesus wants to put me back together. And He wants to show me who I am, who He created me to be. I just have to let Him.