For you, my friend.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Have you ever witnessed the creation of a stained glass piece? The drawing, cutting, smoothing, and washing of the fragments before it is pieced together? 

What will become of all the broken pieces? It is not the onlooker that knows nor is it the masterpiece. Only one knows at this point. The creator, the artist.

A thesaurus will define the word broken as: collapsed, crippled, crumbled.

Demolished. Smashed. Damaged. Shattered.

I wonder why my name isn't there? I have been all of these things, if not my body for sure my heart. 

My walk with Christ, My Spirit.  

Isiah 61:3

to provide for those who mourn in Zion;
to give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
festive oil instead of mourning,
and splendid clothes instead of despair.[a]
And they will be called righteous trees,
planted by the Lord
to glorify Him.

Despair=dim spirit

We've all been a bit broken (abused,lonely,hurt,scared,heartbroken) haven't we?

Because what one undamaged sheet of glass could not do on it's on, the artist will take the shattered pieces and solder each piece together. It is not finished until the entire work has an outline of solder around it. This is where the strength comes from.

Jesus has taken my pieces, wrapped His strength around them and made me whole. Praise God. 

I am made whole in my brokenness. So are YOU.

In Christ alone.

Psalm 147:3 

He heals up the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds



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