Shattered Glass, And Me…

Shattered Glass, And Me…

The sound of shattering glass makes me immediately respond with a cringe.

Anytime I hear the sound of glass shattering – even a vase or cup dropping – my shoulders go up and my face cringes.

You know you have that “oooh” response when you hear a waiter drop a tray of glasses.

Shattered glass has a distinct sound. Shattering makes the sound of spilled pieces.

What about when it happens to your heart?

The sound of a shattered heart looks silent, but it makes the sound of spilled tears and sobs. Yet, I still make the same cringing face when the heart shatters.

I have the honor of being a contributing author for a book being published in September. I never thought I would be published or be an author of really anything. I am beyond grateful for this opportunity.

I spent months crafting the pages of my heart’s story in Word form. This has been no small thing for me to tackle. Writing this chapter has forced me to look back over the shattered pieces of my heart. I cringed daily as I tried to put words to my shattered pieces.

The grief of my shattered pieces still ache today. Nothing like writing it all down to reopen some wounds…

My heart has endured some shattering through the messiness of a broken home, broken trust, broken relationships, broken survival skills, broken dreams, and just a broken me.

I sat for a long time starring at the pieces of me. The sound of my shattered heart can still be heard through spilt tears. I have no idea where those pieces go. I have no idea how to heal in some areas. However, I am grateful that He knows how all my pieces fit back together.

There are also new pieces I have discovered and still working on putting words to. My tender heart still cringes at the sound of risks that end in shattered pieces.

No piece is missing. No piece is extra. Every piece matters.

The process has been so bittersweet for me. However, it is always worth picking up the pieces. Piece by piece, I am healing towards a whole heart.

NO piece is missing. Every piece matters. Risk to place your pieces in the hands of the one who mends us back to together.

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  1. So many hearts are shattered. I’m glad to hear that you’re moving forward with your life and “healing towards a whole heart.” Yay!

    • True story, Wayne. Too many hearts stay shattered. Grateful for the Healer who is always mending. Hope you are well!

  2. I hear where your coming from tracee. Your story is beautiful. Totally understand where your coming from. I am going through that now as well.

    • I am so sorry, Matt. That is such a hard place to sit in well. Hate that you know the hard of a shattered heart. Hoping for some exhale in healing for you.

  3. I love your beautiful heart, no matter how shattered or broken she may be. Thank you for risking on friendship with me. I’m grateful we can journey through our messiness together.

    • me too. Glad we are forrest gumping our messes together.

  4. So glad I found you and Alece on the web. It’s comforting to know that there are people out there understand and get it when so many others don’t.

    • Right? The two of them build some incredible community. I’m ever-thankful for them both.

    • So glad we “met” too Nancy! Love all of these gifted and wonderful people we get to interact with. I am so sorry you get what a shattering feels like. It sucks. I am hoping you are knowing true healing and mending in yours. So glad we all get to journey together through it.

  5. I am so sorry, Tracee! Just thinking that things that get mended become stronger than they were in the first place. He is mending and molding and making something beautiful in your heart. And, ironically, true healing often comes only after it is revealed and talked about. So I am glad you are writing about it and sharing it with others. God bless you, Tracee!

    • Thank you Tim! I really appreciate all of your prayers and support. He is definitely making life out of me. I am grateful He does.

  6. No piece is missing. No piece is extra. Every piece matters.

    You have no idea how much this has moved me. Profoundly.

    Excited/proud/honored/hopeful for this new and wonderful chapter. (get it? book humor? no- puns are my nemisis)

    • HA!!! Nicely done on the pun! Thank you for being excited with me. I always appreciate your thoughts and heart!

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