"Something beautiful, Something good; All my confusion, He understood. All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife, but He made something beautiful of my life!" ~Bill Gaither
Broken, jagged pieces. I look back at parts of my life and can remember times when that's all I felt like I was. I've created more than my share of mess ups, disappointment and pain.
Don’t think I have it all together just because you don’t see the mess. I’m not trying to hide it. It just doesn’t always come out like the clumsy bull-in-a-china-shop that it is.
But God, in His grace, made something useful and glorifying out of those pieces. It wasn't an all-at-once kind of thing. It's been a process. A process of refining and restoring, falling apart and re-gluing again. It required me to hold tight to the things that mattered most. To constantly remind myself of the anchor that holds me... My Father God.
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.
Isaiah 61:3
That’s how I imagine the broken things I put together to make new pieces of beautiful home decor. Many times I look at piles of rusty hardware, broken boards and dirty relics that haven't been used or enjoyed in decades. I fantasize about the life they once had. The purpose someone once saw in them. What they could be today if they hadn't been tossed aside. And I intend to make them beautiful and enjoyable once again!
I'm so glad I wasn't tossed aside. I'm thankful for family who loves me enough to hold tight to me even when things aren't perfect. Thankful for friends who rub the dirt off of me when I start to feel down. And grateful for my Father who has every day of my life planned and knows how to make something beautiful out of my broken pieces. Aren't you?
Liz
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