Chipped

They tell you to reach out when life has gone awry,

I used to firmly agree with this, but lately wondering why.

They say they care and want me well, and I’m sure that it’s all true

Maybe they just don’t understand or know quite what to do.

Every time I drop the act and say just how I feel

talk goes silent, they disappear, like I’ve been a bit too real…

I’m not mad; I understand that it’s really quite a lot

but think about how I must feel, alone and in my thoughts. 

I carry shame about the way I can’t seem to get free

From my racing mind, and self doubt that has a hold of me.

I wish they knew I’d turn it off if only I knew how

And that this is just a time I need some love right now.

I’m not a broken piece of glass shattered on the floor

I might have a chip in my glass, but there’s room for so much more.

Half empty or half full- I really couldn’t care, 

I’m focused more on the truth that it’s filled- with something that’s still there.

My life has a greater purpose than the way things look right now

I know that God will use this for good and turn it around somehow.

If the glass is only half- that can only mean one thing

There’s another half waiting there, expectant for what life will bring.

Is it going to fill me up or leave me empty and dry?

The good news is I know the answer and here’s the reason why.

God has been so good to me and this is what I know,

That He loves me even with the chip, and my cup overflows. 

He shows me that the broken glass is still able to be used

That it was made with great design and can always be reused.

God takes what is broken and makes it whole again

I know that He will do the same for me and will always be a friend. 

I pray that one day I can be a glass that can be used to pour and fill

The broken glasses of the world- with hope that needs instilled. 

A chip, a scratch, a crack, or split, are all just wear and tear

It doesn’t mean that it’s gone beyond what is able to be repaired. 

The Lord has worked some of His greatest work in my flaws and imperfections 

He’s used the hard to help me relate and cultivate connection. 

Maybe I’ve got a chip and not quite like the rest

But I know my cup still runs over, and for that I’m truly blessed. 

Choosing bold faith with you,

Katie