I wrote this a few months ago after facilitating a grief support group for the first time. As I’ve done counseling this week, it keeps coming to mind…
Lord,
Life can be so hard.
We are so fragile…
all of us one breath away from eternity.
We forget until tragedy comes
and we are reminded
how we are all like flowers of the field.
And yet, You love us.
You value us.
You gave Your life for us.
But You also allow us
to be broken.
How do we make sense of that?
Where is the beauty in the shattered pieces?
We want You to make
something lovely of our lives
but more often it is more like a mosaic—
beauty out of a million broken pieces—
than the flawless work of art we imagine.
So, help us, Lord.
Give us strength in our brokenness.
Let us say with Job,
“Though He slay me,
yet will I trust Him.”
Is there a harder prayer to pray?
I do not know of one.
Come to us, take our pieces,
use them for Your purposes
Until we see, as You do,
The beauty in the brokenness.
My favorite post from a fellow blogger on finding beauty in brokenness is by Angie Smith from Bring the Rain. I hope you’ll take a moment to read The Past and the Pitcher.
