I stood staring at the broken glass shattered across the kitchen floor and tried not to lose control of myself the same way that my three year had when she decided she just couldn’t hold the bowl any longer. How many times do I reach the breaking point where I just can’t hold it any longer and fall to the floor breaking into a million little pieces?
Have you ever wished you could walk away and leave the broken pieces behind to return later and have things magically clean and better? My prayer for the past few months has been that I could go to sleep each night and wake up with all the broken pieces gone and with life fresh and clean again…
If only life was that simple. But life is messy and there will always be broken pieces to clean up and sort through. And if I have learned anything from a decade of marriage to Benjamin, it is that without the mess, we wouldn’t learn to appreciate the beauty of what comes after the mess. Benjamin lived every moment to the fullest even on his worst days, which is something I have longed to be able to do these past few months. It’s a lesson we can all learn from.
Things will fall apart no matter how hard we fight it, but if they didn’t we wouldn’t appreciate the things that stand strong and stay together. Today I am thankful for a Savior that stands strong, even when I am falling apart. Psalm 18:2 says, “The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”
Take time to find beauty in the broken mess today. Be thankful for the little hands that can no longer hold that glass bowl… and try to allow yourself to look forward to the beauty to come… even if you can’t imagine how it can possibly measure up to the beautiful past.
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Love this reminder! Beautiful post!
Thank you Jennifer. It’s something I am trying to remind myself of daily!