Pieces of puzzles, scattered abroad. My face in many pieces, my right hand beyond my reach, my hair like glitter, shinning in the sun's rays, the broken pieces seem too far apart, to fit back into their proper places.  The fire within tells me to move forward, while my flesh says "stay behind." The struggle many have are not seen, but some people feel this way. No help, no hand up, and my God not in my sight. I hear a word, "prepare yourself for your journey ahead". I say out loud, "Im not going any place until I've done my Lord's bidding." God hears me and I know it, but He is silent. I don't have many answers but I wait, broken, in pieces, waiting to see what's next for these puzzle pieces of mine.