I am near-fifty And the broken barleybread Of my mistakes and small thinking Lay scattered throughout This silent house. What was once 5 loaves of holy hope Are now pieces scattered In every last room. This is no empty nest. But I believe in brokenness And fiftieth birthdays Because when Very God Breaks this silence with the Sound of stirring baskets, Nothing Nothing Nothing will be lost. I will be twelve times More And gathered.
Jesus said to His disciples, "Gather the fragments, that NOTHING be lost. So they gathered the pieces of the five barley loaves and filled twelve baskets."
The heart of God is that nothing be lost. You can trust Him. He is the great Gathering God.