I was ready for my life story to be clean. I was prepared for it to be simple and sweet. However, my life is not so. It’s messy and cracked in many places. A lot of things have become broken and worn over time. But then I think of a pristine reality: no cracks, no damage, and I don’t know where God would find room. Every time something breaks in my life, I have a choice: God glue or abandonment. I can either fill the pain with God, who could only mend such a crack in human hearts. Or I can leave it be, never mending the gash and allowing it to remain broken. If life wasn’t broken, we wouldn’t have space to let God in. It’s okay to have an oddly shaped puzzle or a confusing story book, because Jesus is the one who makes the puzzles and the stories make beautiful sense.