There are so many stories from my life, moments I wish I could rewrite. Times when I treated others unkindly, times that I lied, and those occasions I spoke words I wish I could take back. Decisions I made in weakness, out of fear or frustration. These are simply facts of being human. Living in a broken world means we are bound to make mistakes, to break things that once felt whole.

But this year, I’ve been on a quiet journey – a sacred kind of piecing together. I’ve been taking the fragments of my past, holding them up to the light, and asking God to make something beautiful out of the mess. And He is.

Every decision I’ve made, every person I’ve crossed paths with, every high and every low – it’s all led me here. My life isn’t perfect, but it is beautiful. There’s a song I’ve been clinging to lately called Mosaic by Ryan Stevenson. I heard it for the first time early this year, and ever since, it’s been like a heartbeat in the background of my soul. The lyrics remind me that God takes every broken part of our story, every regret, every heartbreak, every sin, and every moment we wish we could erase, and He forms something stunning out of it. A masterpiece. A mosaic.

This year hasn’t been easy. It’s been a season of rejection, waiting, and honest, sometimes raw, conversations with God. There have been times I’ve felt unseen. Unheard. Alone. I’ve prayed prayers that felt like they never left the room. And truthfully, in the past, I’ve let seasons like this turn me bitter. I’ve shut down, turned away from God, and walked in silence.

But even when I turn away, He never turns from me.

Last weekend, a dear friend came to visit. She had recently returned from a trip to Barcelona. She handed me a small package and inside was a water bottle, the bottle was covered in a mosaic design.

My mind went into overdrive as I tried to remember if I had told her about the song that has been so important to me over the past few months.  I knew that I hadn’t. As I thanked her for thinking of me, I promised to tell her why this means so much to me, as well as share the song with her.

She didn’t know how much it would mean to me, yet she chose that bottle. In a foreign city, in a random store, something told her to buy that for me. We’ve given each other gifts before, but it’s not something we do all the time. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t expected. But it was needed.

Maybe you’ll read this and think it was just coincidence. But to me? It was divine. That small gift healed a little piece of my heart. It reminded me that I am seen. I am heard. I am known. God knew I needed that quiet whisper of reassurance. He used a water bottle to show me that I’m not alone.  That He is listening.

And here’s what I’m finally starting to understand:

My past doesn’t disqualify me from a beautiful future.  I am not disqualified from grace.  I am not too broken to be used. I’m beginning to see myself the way He sees me: As a masterpiece.  A one-of-a-kind creation, made in the image of a perfect King.

So, if you’re in a season of waiting, wondering, frustration, or loneliness – if you’re questioning whether your prayers are being heard – if you feel invisible or unworthy, please hear this:

He hears you. He sees you. Don’t give up.

Even then, He is still good. And He is still working.

You are not forgotten.  You are not too far gone.  You are being shaped into something breathtaking.  Each day, every moment, He is adding to the mosaic of your life – piece by piece, color by color – until one day, you’ll step back and see what He’s been creating all along. A life full of beauty, strength, and joy.

You are made in the image of a perfect King.

And He wouldn’t change a single thing.