Glass. Shattered glass lies all around her. Her hands are beginning to numb as she attempts to pick another sharp piece of the glass out from her palm. The blood's streaming down her arm and she holds back the tears. She wants to get out, she wants to escape, but she can't. Cradling her injured hand, she shivers and tries to kick some of the broken glass away from her. Her heart had finally shattered and was gone beyond repair. She wanted it to disappear, as it only caused her more and more pain to linger there.

She still remembered the first time her heart had broke--but then it was only in two pieces instead of a million. She glued it back together . . . but that didn't last long. Glue was too artificial, and no matter how many times she tried, it wouldn't stay. She was never strong enough to force it back together.

She'd been abandoned, broken, hated, and scarred. She'd been called ugly, worthless, and rebellious. She was a sinner, and who could want her now? Who would save her? Would she be trapped in this box forever? Trapped with the pieces of her broken heart scattered at her feet?

No. Not forever. The water has risen and the it's pouring in on top of her. She can't breathe. She scratches the glass, kicks at it, but it's useless. That glass will never break. She tries to swim up, but finds that the chains around her feet are holding her down. Frantic she tries screaming, only to get a mouthful of water which she chokes on. Still struggling to break her chains she begins to fade away. She becomes completely numb and her fingers loose their grip on the cold metal keeping her from escaping. Water is pouring in her mouth and everything fades to black.

Everything is a blur--the only sound is someone coughing up water. Wait. That's her. Her lounges ache, and her throat and eyes sting. One thought is in her mind, though. Someone has saved her; she's been rescued. Her vision clears and she see Him kneeling beside her.

In exhaustion she collapses in front of Him, murmuring the question in a voice barely audible, "Why did you save me?"

With a soft whisper, He answers, "Dear child, while everyone else abandoned you, I was still here. You've been beautifully broken to the point where I can fix you. You've been hated so that you need me to love you. You have scars that I can heal. While others call you ugly I see your true beauty. While others call you worthless I am longing to open your eyes so you can see me. While others called you rebellious I knew your heart and I still wanted you. I know you're a sinner but I still want you. And dear child I still love you, more than you can ever fathom. You mean everything to me."

With those words, He holds something out to her. She takes it from Him and fingers it, turning it over and over again. Her heart has been put back together, piece by piece. It's whole again with not a scratch or crack on it. Saved. Healed. Redeemed. She smiles and glancing back up at Him, she hands it back, saying, “I'm Yours father.”