Yesterday, I had one of those moments when God speaks and your heart bows.
My sweet husband spent the morning hanging up a lovely shelf for some of my “willow people.” AKA breakable knick knacks. We went outside to finish another project and heard the shelf fall, all five of the knick knacks fell onto the hard floor. You can imagine what happened next, right? Only two broke, but I was too upset… to notice that only a couple broke.
My two girls were sitting on the couch to witness what happened next. Rebekah, 8 yrs old, immediately got up and said, “It’s okay mommy, we can fix them. We can glue them back together.”
I picked up one of the broken pieces and slung it out the door and said, “It’s useless, they’re broken.”
All of the sudden the Holy Spirit grieved within me. Not that I was so immature and was upset over “things” but that I didn’t see the beauty in brokenness. He began to share with me that there was a time when I didn’t see the beauty in my own brokenness and it was He who put all the pieces back together and made me whole again. He didn’t throw me away and call me “useless”.
Each and every person has a visible scar where brokenness becomes beauty and that scar becomes an altar to bow in the presence of the Beauty Maker. My heart hurt that my actions grieved the Holy Spirit. God forgive me.