I am an organless Body.

I am an organless Body: missing many parts. These are not of the physical, instead, of the heart.
I am an organless Body, functioning on so few. Grown in the Grace of Him who fills me and makes me New.
This organless body I have recently become aware. Bare, shredded, and broken, it needs a much needed repair.
Without a father, grandparents, and the side of so many- gone, broken, sailed away- this child asks, where have they all gone, why didn't they stay?
I only have one mother and grandmother, two sisters, and a few friends. I don't know what relatives are, or family, or even a best-friend. What does an aunt do, and what are boys? For I know only so few. Where have all these people gone, disappeared and out of sight. This child looks again at what she's made of and realizes she is only one half of one side.
Once she has matured her eyes can begin to see -that something is wrong, something is missing deep in the depths of ME.
A Puzzle with missing pieces is incomplete, indeed- put together with other pieces is no fun to See or BE.
Many are like this, broken, and incomplete. God allows this, definitely for His Glory. For thankfully He saves the Day, and is the Free Hero that we All need. Who holds our pieces together, and repaints our eternity.
But i am still this broken puzzle, this body missing parts.
It is this process of realization, formation, that I crave for my missing parts- for each new one that I see I need, i cry in the realization that it was meant to be for me. I grieve my death, I grieve my own separation that happened long ago. Out of my control and caused by others, by sin, we are forced to undergo. This surgery of brokenness, "Here, let me distort," Sin says, "and break to pieces the little child that was meant to be whole. Here she is all broken now, I've stolen her food she needs. Now she can weep and crave for wholeness, and only dream of the possibility." "Here i am," says the Lord, who high above stands, "I am Her maker, i'll take her. I hold her in my hand. In my dominion she came from, and will return again. No matter what you do, you fool, you cannot ruin My Plans. Step aside you evil one, for I hold her organs. I replace, I remake, I can do it all again. And don't worry you fool, I hold the End." God says to me, that He knows best. "Don't worry little child, I am in your Chest."
Amen and glory to God, my father, who sees all so clearly. Especially when I am shocked and grieve the missing realities. He knows, has known, and has a plan. I am thankful I can stand strong in knowing He makes the Commands.
Amen.