February 9

I was wandering around the house this evening, kind of aimlessly, when I came upon the kids' box of Lego minifigure parts. I took a picture because the sight spoke to me.

Although I'm not literally surrounded by spare heads, legs, and torsos (which I know will come as a relief to you guys), my life feels like this box of parts lately: chaotic. Disorganized. In pieces. Even full-on broken in some places.

But it's not all bad news. Like the Legos, my life can be built into something great by the true Master Builder. I just need to decide that I'm willing to be shaped.