Broken pottery . . . it seems like such a waste of a beautiful thing.

Generally, we don’t like broken things.  Our first questions when faced with them are usually along the lines of:

  • Can it be fixed?
  • Is it too late?
  • Can it be replaced?
  • Is there any way to redeem this waste of _____________? (fill in the blank:  a good thing, a good person, a situation).

Sometimes when Father is communicating concepts to me that my heart is struggling to understand, He speaks in the form of poetry.

Below is a poem Father told to me in May of 1999 when I was 24 years old.  The illustration has stayed with me ever since.  In it, Father calls me “Loved by Me” — and when you think of it, that is who we are as His dearly beloved children . . . loved by Him! (Dt 33:12, Zeph 3:17)

Loved by Me, you will never be able to hold the pieces together so quit trying, let them fall

For since you were young, you’ve picked up pieces in your hands — pieces you and others have dropped

And you tried to glue back together what had been lost whether it was peace in the family, someone’s lost joy, or a broken relationship or toy

As long as you could keep them all in your hand, you were sure somehow you could put them back together so they would stand

But one day you let the pieces fall — all of them

And you sobbed with the load of it all and I whispered your name, “Now Martha, you have chosen right.” (Luke 10:38-42)

For you are not and will never be the boss of your life nor of anyone else’s, you see

So put all the pieces on My shelf

Empty your pockets

Take your backpack off too

Then shake out your shoes

Find the freedom in knowing you can give every broken piece to the King who is the only One who can fix everything

So stop stealing and hoarding broken pieces

Let them drop to the floor and you will find what I let them drop for and how I intend to pick them up

Loved by Me, I AM enough

Come sit on My lap and take a nap and you will see that I have been taking care of this stuff for an eternity

Pray but let the pieces on the floor stay because

only I can make beautiful mosaics out of pieces of broken clay

What broken pieces is Father asking you to let go of?

“I love redeeming!” – Father

Photos on Flickr by romanlilyand freshelectrons

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