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Fuel for the Weekend: Whole in Five Minutes

August 5, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

Lisa Jo is back with a new Five Minute Friday word prompt.

Whole.

For five minutes of unedited bleeding.

GO!

Pieces.

It takes pieces to make a whole.

Atoms and molecules and cells organize into organs and organ systems.

Body parts make a whole body.

God’s made us that way.

To function as a part of His body.

But I’ve been shattered, broken into tiny pieces, sharp shards.

And sometimes God wants it that way.

Allows it so He can put the pieces back together.

Into something even more beautiful.

Whole.

In Him.

To reflect Him.

And He doesn’t want just pieces of me.

He wants all of me.

The whole of me.

My whole heart.

My whole soul.

My whole mind.

Everything.

Every atom of my being.

All of my time.

All the time.

No fragments or fractions.

The whole of it.

All of it.

Because He is all.

Because He is the whole.

Because giving Him my all is only way I can be whole.

And so I hand Him all the broken pieces.

Whole.

STOP!

Question for you: What pieces are you holding back?

I love this five-minute posts. They are so quick, and I never know where they are going to take me.

Others are spilling in five today.

It’s all about whole.

Go see how all the pooled thoughts come together

to make a beautiful picture that’s whole.

P.S. I know your day will be more whole if you back up to yesterday’s photos.

It’ll just take a fraction of a minute. 😉

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  1. Carrie says

    August 5, 2011 at 3:51 pm

    Popping over from Five Minute Friday – I love your reminder that He wants all of us, our whole selves. Far too often I give Him only parts, but without all the parts, it is impossible to make the whole.

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2011 at 7:26 pm

      Thanks for coming by, Carrie. You’re right. If we hang on to some pieces, there will always be a hole in the whole.

  2. Elizabeth Young says

    August 5, 2011 at 4:52 pm

    A beautiful post about the synopsis of the Gospel really. Beautiful.

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2011 at 7:26 pm

      I hadn’t thought about that. Thanks, Elizabeth.

  3. Helen says

    August 5, 2011 at 5:01 pm

    That was beautiful. Inspiring, actually…

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2011 at 7:27 pm

      😀

  4. Lynn Mosher says

    August 5, 2011 at 5:28 pm

    {{sigh}} What beauty! Wholeness…no parts missing. Peace!

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2011 at 7:27 pm

      No peace without all the pieces. 😉

  5. Lindsey van Niekerk says

    August 5, 2011 at 6:01 pm

    What a beautiful way to weave your WHOLE words this week!

    There are always pieces that I seem to keep finding that I have to hand over to him all over again, and it is funny how I want to seem to HOLD onto them…when I know that He will make me whole if I give it to Him.

    Thanks for the reminder and for stopping by my blog!

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2011 at 7:33 pm

      When my kids were in preschool, they made me pins made out of three puzzle pieces glued together. I still have them. Great reminder of missing pieces–and how He puts the pieces together.

  6. Linda says

    August 5, 2011 at 6:06 pm

    You have done this so beautifully Sandy. Oh yes, to be whole.

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2011 at 7:33 pm

      Thanks so much, Linda. Wholly whole. 🙂

  7. Barbie says

    August 5, 2011 at 6:54 pm

    Visiting from the 5 Minute Friday. What a beautiful post you’ve written. Yes, I long to Give God my whole being, every part of me. I am so thankful He takes my fragments and makes me whole!

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2011 at 7:34 pm

      So nice to have you back, Barbie. One of us could write a whole post about fragments and fragmentation. 😉

  8. S. Etole says

    August 5, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    I always think of wholeness when I read how Jesus instructed the disciples to gather up the fragments from the “picnics”. He does, indeed, want all of our broken pieces.

    • Sandra says

      August 6, 2011 at 4:56 pm

      Oh, Susan. Now you have me thinking on that. He certainly doesn’t waste any of our brokenness.

  9. Sheila Lagrand says

    August 6, 2011 at 1:38 pm

    These words convict me, Sandra.

    How many times have I handed over my broken self for Him to make whole again, then failed to give that whole me wholly back to holy Him?

    • Sandra says

      August 6, 2011 at 4:58 pm

      “. . . failed to give that whole me wholly back to holy Him.”

      Good words, Sheila.

  10. Sheila Lagrand says

    August 6, 2011 at 9:02 pm

    Thank you, Sandra, both for your kind comment and for your inspiring post.

    • Sandra says

      August 9, 2011 at 8:34 am

      🙂

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