I see it all around. The very air we breathe is thick with the sound of it.
Sorrow hangs heavy. Need drives us to our knees.
People are crying out for grace ~ but they don’t even know it.
Souls weep silent into pillows when losses outweigh any gains and hopes wither and die.
What or who can save us from ourselves and the pain we have to press past on a daily basis?
When life breaks us apart, where do we go to be put back together again?
In my life, the answer may come quick and easy. But the living out? That’s a lifetime’s work.
Renewal and restoration cannot be rushed. Full and complete healing cannot be hurried.
Jesus saves. We know it. We read it. We believe it. We sing about it. And yet..
This world has a way of swallowing us whole and spitting us out. Broken people living fractured lives.
So what does grace look like?
It wears the face of Christ. It’s the very heart of God. Nothing weak or namby pamby about it.
This is grace:It’s solid, muscular, with bite crisp-clean into a bountiful harvest of real gritty righteousness. It floods and fills all the empty spaces of our existence with strength, power and might.
Living as we do in the tension between the ‘now but not yet’ of the Kingdom, we are people in transition, works in progress by God’s grace.
Much is changing and moving forward, and much still requires transformation to come.
I’m broken, fractured, full of holes,
splintered, wrecked right into my soul
Pieces from the past pierce and press sharp
tearing fierce into the tenderest of parts
Deep calls to deep in the thundering roar
of Your waterfall’s steady, refreshing pour
Wounds fester and hurts remain sealed
in a life crying out to be rescued and healed
Echoing chasms where Your voice is heard
and we drink thirsty of its life-giving Word
How do the variant themes unite as one
perfect melody, harmony and song?
Strung as pearls, lustre-reflecting beads
shine bright and pure in you and me
Discordant sounds may shatter the air around,
joy remains ~ as seed rooted to the ground
Stop. Slow down. Breathe. Listen closer. Pause a while.
Walk gentler. Carry lighter. Don’t forget to smile.
As to the question, “How do I make all the pieces fit?”, I think the answer is, we can’t do it ourselves. God never intended us to bear that burden. It’s too weighty for our frame.
And that’s a freeing statement. It opens the door to Holy Spirit intervention.
The shards of our shattered hopes and dreams become a marvellous mosaic in God’s hands.
When we take those broken pieces of our lives, frayed fabric of our days, torn edges of our thoughts, tangled threads of our theology, gaps and holes in our flawed and imperfect understanding ~ all become sacrificial surrender, holy offering, and a handing over to the Master Potter and Architect of our souls.
He alone can fully mend, heal, renew and restore to better than it was before. We seek, ask, do our part, trust, rest, and leave the outcome up to Him.
It isn’t easy. Everything inside cries out to know and understand beforehand. Relinquishing control is a challenge.
Resting is a conscious choice, and the best way of allowing God’s peace to replace anxiety and stress.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” ~ Jeremiah 29:11