Child,
You fret over the broken dishes at your feet. You cry on your knees and frantically try to put the pieces back together. Searching for the perfect glue, you wrongly believe that nothing will mend the cracks and the priceless pottery that is shattered.
Did you not think to look to me for restoration? Afterall, I am the Mender of Broken Vessels and using cracked pots for my glory is my specialty.
Bring to me the shattered, fragmented pieces of your heart, and I will restore you. I will make you even more beautiful than before and line your imperfections with pure gold. You are my masterpiece, child. You carry my power inside your spirit. You point others to my glory, and I will not abandon you.
When you feel hopeless, I am your strength. When you feel discouraged, I will come to you and provide you with my encouragement. When you don’t know which way to go, I will provide a fleece for you in the fresh rain of my mercy. As I walked with Adam and Eve in the garden, so I walk with you.
I will walk with you in the daylight and in the midnight of the darkness you face. I will be your light. You need only to trust in my supernatural power to illuminate the shadowy roads.
Reach out. Hold my hand – it’s outstretched. Grab it and hold on tight. I will always mend what is broken. I will always guide you when you feel alone. If you give me the fragments of what you believe is broken beyond compare, I will restore you. I will turn your brokenness into a blessing.
“Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth, you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once more.” (Psalm 71: 20-21)
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A sense of self worth. We search for this hidden treasure within ourselves. It’s a journey experts tell us — full of twists and turns, trials and errors. We are instructed to head off on a secret self discovery mission — and once we find ourselves, then we will be happy. Then we will have magical answers. Then will we know our purpose.
Do yourself a favor – and immerse yourself in nature. Walk into the woods. Gawk over the intricacy of the countryside. Listen to the birds sing overhead. Feel the cool breeze wash over your skin.
You lead us to your mountain and make a covenant with your people. We cry from the depths of our souls because the mountain is not just high and mighty – it also has hills and valleys.
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
Precious, merciful Savior – you have healed the stripes that cover every inch of my body. Aching and crying, when I call out to you, you hear me. You lift my face, bowed in complete surrender, and breathe your life altering words over me.
What has our culture become Jesus? One that tramples on your words, one that regards our greatness as supreme, refuses to acknowledge the one that fashioned our bodies, minds and spirits?
I’ve made an everlasting garden for you — dear child. A lush space filled with beautiful fruit bearing trees and endless waterfalls of my grace.
