The sacrifices of God are a
broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart, O
God, You will not despise.
Psalm 51:17
When
we first moved here to Tennessee eight years ago, there were things
for the house I purchased mostly for décore purposes, but also
because out of need. One of those things was a new canister set for
the kitchen. I found one I really liked through a computer purchase
and have never regretted purchasing it. It is ceramic in make up and
colorful just the way I like it. The set has its place on a
particular counter that is handy to get to and at the same time,
looks nice sitting right where it is.
I
decided recently to fix myself a bowl of cereal. I took sugar out of
the larger canister that sits nearest to the edge of the counter. In
my haste, I lost my grip on the lid of that canister and it went
flying to the tile floor. The fortunate thing is that ceramic
doesn't break like glass. Glass shatters...ceramic tends to break in
manageable pieces with lots of small chips around it. Brian came
running and pretty much gave up on the usability of that poor ceramic
top.
Without
hesitation, I picked up the large pieces while he swept the rest of
the damage up in a dust pan. Brian felt the lid was a lost cause.
After he left the kitchen, I proceeded to “diddle” with the
chunks and found they could be glued together and once again usable.
They wouldn't look quite the same with some chips now gone but from a
distance, I felt any damage wouldn't be that noticeable.
All
of this got me thinking about how grateful I am now for some of the
broken experiences God has allowed me to experience in my life. Many
of those experiences, I brought upon myself. God and no one else had
to do the breaking in many cases, but I can recall how God picked up
the pieces and put me back together with His “super glue”...His
amazing love.
Looking
on my computer at a Bible app I often use, I looked up the word
“broken.” I was surprised the things mentioned with regard to
being broken. Some of them are: some body parts, buildings,
branches, ships, bread, congregations, covenants and even the broken
body of our Lord. Please note that most of those broken things God
used in trying to get His message across to individuals or groups.
Many of those things were caused by folks and their deliberate
disobedience.
Job,
in the Old Testament, probably spoke more personally of his broken
experiences than others in Scripture. As I've looked at those things
he said about the breaking process in his life, his feelings about it
all feels like I have when I've gone through some breaking times.
I've never been broken as he was, but still hurt. It's been a
combination of not understanding the why's, while at the same time,
seeing God in it all.
Often
when God allows a breaking time in our lives, we don't think in those
moments about being very spiritual. We know the things we ought to
do....Bible, pray, confess sin, even be faithful in church
attendance. If attending church, it might be just going through
motions. It's as if such experiences almost paralyze us emotionally
and spiritually bringing us to a stand still. And yet, if I stood
still for too long, I ended up spending the time crying, fretting,
stewing while feeling very sorry for myself.
The
thing is that we are God's children. He loves us with a love we
can't even begin to comprehend and yet, He stands ready as a perfect
parent would to help put the broken pieces of our lives back
together. We moms used to wipe a child's tears away, kiss the
boo-boos, bandage up the hurts, allow the teenage girl to cry out her
hurts on our shoulders...we did a little of it all. God heals the
brokenness because He can do it like no other can. We don't need to
always cry on the shoulders of others, but God does provide friends
we can find comfort with, friends who will pray and lift our spirits.
Oh
yes...my canister top. I tried using tape putting pieces together
just to see if it could be done and it looked like it could work.
Took the pieces to Brian who is our Mr. Fix-it. He got out his super
glue and got the lid put together, very nicely I must say. There are
a couple of obvious places where some small open places are, but
from a distance, the damage isn't that noticeable. I'll tell you
though that I will take good care of that lid. It went through a
real breaking process not of its doing. It's still very usable and
it's beauty is only slightly marred.
It'll
be the same for us. When we walk through those breaking times,
pieces will begin to come together and our Father will love on us,
heal our spirits and we will have learned. A caution: if we don't
learn from our broken times when God intended such to teach us a
lesson, we may have to go through a breaking again just to make sure
the lesson “sticks” We may be left with a few scars and chips,
but they will remind us of victory brought about through our Father
Who never wastes a thing in our lives. Such is intended for us to
continue to be usable for His glory.
Dear
Father, I remember some days when I was more broken than I can even
now describe. There were some dark days, but You as usual were my
Light and Salvation and I learned I needed not fear. Your presence
was and is still so precious. My prayer is that I will stay close to
You, knowing You will do all things well in my life. In Jesus
name...Amen