Tuesday, April 14, 2009


I was taking a few minutes out of the "Mom" reality. The kids were watching a movie so I figured I'd be safe to take a minute to check Facebook updates. And then I heard the crash.

I had no idea what it was, but decided not to go investigate immediately because whatever it was, it sounded pretty permanently damaged (and there was no screaming). It had been a long day, and I wasn't up for another disaster right then.

As one might have expected, it wasn't long before my honest-to-a-fault boy-child was at the door. "Mom, I was trying to get out the Legos to play with them, and uhm, I broke one of the tea cups." "OK," I said, "time to get in the shower..." At least, now I knew what I'd heard.

After corralling him in to bathe, I went to investigate - and take out the drawer of Legos. There I found the broken cup,... and another, and a sugar bowl, and a lid, and a zillion little shards of porcelain. As I'm picking them up, I hear over my shoulder, "Can I still have a tea party, Mom?"

I nodded as I carried the pieces down to the kitchen and began searching the desk drawer for some super glue. As I sat there, trying to reassemble the broken tea set, it occurred to me that my heart feels that way sometimes.

Mostly, it feels pretty whole. But, there are days and moments when it feels like it's been smashed into a million pieces. I trust that God knows where each of the fragments belong, and that His hands won't get all tied up in super glue. I wonder, if He, too, puts the big pieces together first, and then comes back for the detail work.

Heres to hope and to healing! If you look closely, you'll be able to find the places where the love of God has set the pieces of my heart together again. It may not be exactly the same as it was before, but that may not be a bad thing. I will trust my heart to His repair work.


Pam said...

oh how i agree... hearing your words and admitting it to myself does something to my heart... thanks... thanks for reminding me that it is okay to be broken in a million pieces, its okay that i'll never be the same... it's okay that it may take a lifetime for God to put me back together... thanks friend.

Pam said...

this has touched me so much, i keep thinking about it, i am quoting you today if that is okay...