He broke me

It will be 40 months and 21 days of struggle. A beautiful struggle with Our Father. I knew with complete trust that this was part of my journey. Like the silver smith described in Prophet Micah, God burnt me, He broke me, He remade me. I cried out every evening to Him. He was often silent unlike prior years. It was painful, I told Him so, but He already knew, even before time came to be, He already knew. He is All knowing obviously.  He was making a beautiful jewel out of me. One He could gaze at and see His own reflection in me. Not my reflection, but His. He is Beauty and He desires that I reflect His Beauty. He made me long for that Beauty.