Because I am divorced, it is so easy to think of myself has half of something that doesn't exist anymore. No longer a part of a whole, I am somehow less than I was when I was married.
But this is not true. I am whole, thanks to my God. Just like this art installation in Philadelphia, He has taken my broken pieces and made something beautiful.
My life is whole with a wonderful family, kind friends, and work I enjoy. My spare time is whole with tickets to the ballet and Broadway shows, a monthly book club, and dinners out with my sister. And most importantly, my spirit life is whole, thanks to a return to church, something that probably wouldn't have happened if I was still married.
I am whole. God has taken the jagged edges of a life that broke into pieces and has put them back together, stronger than they were before and in so many ways, so much better. The whole may not look like what I had planned but it is still something beautiful.