Over the holidays, my friends’s dog got wrapped up in the cord of her ceramic Christmas tree and pulled it off into the floor…breaking it into lots of pieces. I seen the social media post she made about it and how upset she was, so I told her to bring it to me. I have fixed things like this before and I actually enjoy taking something broken and putting it back together. It’s like bringing life to something that was destined for the landfill. She dropped it off yesterday afternoon and we surveyed the evidence filled inside a large white trash bag. It was pretty messed up, but I promised her that I would fix it for her. See, this is a special tree, because her husband bought it many years ago for her and it was the first in her collection of trees. She said she spent the whole day before crying over it. I seen where she had already said it couldn’t be fixed and I think she doubted my ability to get it back together…
I had to get it fixed.
I got my supplies and sat down at my dining room table last night to begin the assembly. My husband said, “You aren’t going to start on it tonight, are you?” He already knew the answer as I was putting the pieces together one by one and matching it up like a razor sharp jigsaw puzzle. I managed to get the tree completely together to dry overnight…with my dining room table covered in leftover tiny pieces of ceramic, glue and little plastic bulbs. This tree was slowly coming together how I pictured it in my mind.
This morning, I stumbled out of bed, started the coffee pot and made my way to the dining room table to inspect my handiwork from the night before. I was impressed that it didn’t fall apart during the night and that it looked and felt sturdy.
It’s not perfect, but it’s no longer broken.
I even managed to find a couple more pieces to attach and then I went to work filling in all the cracks and chips and imperfections. I want to make sure this thing doesn’t look like it was ever broken when she decides to pull it back out next Christmas. I started using my fingers to fill in all the places and even used some putty to build a new branch that was missing at the bottom of the tree. I can’t really do anymore today…I need it to set overnight and allow everything to cure before I go in with paint and add the final details. There may be other things that will be required, but for now…I am excited at the progress she has made since yesterday afternoon.
Nothing is too broken for God.
We can cry tears over our situation.
We can cast ourselves down.
We can want to throw ourselves away.
Others will write us off as a lost cause or hopeless case.
They will say we can’t be fixed.
Nothing is too broken for God.
It doesn’t happen overnight, but when we bring our broken pieces to God’s table and lay them out, He doesn’t leave them there. He pulls up His chair and starts putting together the pieces one by one. It’s not going to happen overnight and sanctification is a process that comes through allowing His Word to penetrate into the cracks and holes that were once filled by the voids of this world. His hands are like no other at mending our broken pieces and putting us back together again. Healing is a process.
No, we won’t be perfect…but we are no longer broken.
When He looks at our lives, He sees perfection through Jesus and He is always excited in His children. Even better, the healing of the Father results in others seeing our lives and it doesn’t even look like we were ever broken.
We are made new and He enjoys breathing new life into our souls.
We are special to Him.
Don’t doubt His ability in anything. He will make your pieces whole.
Nothing is too broken for God.
