An Analogy

Fragile,
but I put on the facade of independence, strength, and all the layers of an I'm-my-own-person armor. I need that protection, because if I were to be truly exposed, I would be nothing but a game of Jenga, allowing people to pull out parts of me and manipulating them.
I would be comprised of small blocks of wood, no bigger than a finger.
One by one, they would lie flat on the table. And they'd start to stack by threes, until eventually, they're all used up. That's when the game will begin. A finger would find a loose piece, and pull it out.
I would become an unstable, disarray of random sticks; holes everywhere. I know that one little nudge or shake is all that it would take.

I sway from side to side, not knowing the danger. At the same time, I come to that full acceptance of exposing myself. I choose to. I realize, it is not the people around me that pulls out those pieces.

They have always been missing.

And I come to that place of recognition, and find that God is slowly filling in those holes of instability. He's carefully sliding those missing pieces back in, and making sure they never come out.
He starts at the foundation.
It is for His glory.

"But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." -2 Corinthians 12:9