Sunday, January 1, 2012
When Things Get Broken
They just do.
Or was something this special to me, broken only to prove a point?
This is a question often asked by those wondering why God would allow their lives to be broken. Have you ever thought through this question, or only asked it? And was the object pictured broken by accident, or to prove a point?
... I'm not telling.
Maybe because I have something important to tell you and I want you to continue to search for information.
Maybe I'm not telling because this is my blog. Some people read it because they really care. Some read to criticize, snoop, and be cynical... others are just curious, and some are passing the time. For any of these readers, your attention may be grasped far more by what I do, recorded on this blog, than who I am. And I want your attention, I want to tell you something. So why it was broken is not the most relevant point.
But it was special to me. And it still is. And so we find the next question that must be asked...
But the broken thing would be most prized. I'd have to be so careful with it, I would surely forget why it was precious in the first place.
And I have no desire to make it look like something that simply, no longer is. I know the One who made the broken thing in the first place. And so it is worth the risk of picking up these broken pieces.
I have no idea what it will look like when these pieces have been remade. And I'm reminded that they are in the hands of the One who made it in the first place, and who cares enough to make all things new.
I have lost the ability to make the most important of decisions or to be confident ... it's hard to be confident about so many broken pieces. But oh the JOY in knowing my confidence is unshakable in exactly that: I can't fix this. Thank goodness, I am not meant to fix this!! But I know the One who can! I've watched Him refashion and redeem broken things over, and over again. And He's ready and willing to do it again! This thing was broken and now... there is an opportunity to be made fresh and to be made new!
AND.. I am truly, completely, and honestly thrilled, humbled, and amazed that God sees broken things worth saving. Worth redeeming. Worth using for His glory. "What is man that He is mindful of us?"
I don't want to be fixed. I want to be changed. There is no greater joy than knowing that God is about this business, every single day.
*Two of my favorite songs on this subject:
Beautiful Things by Gungor
Unredeemed by Selah