I sat down with a good book and two of my homemade soft tacos for lunch yesterday. My first yummy bite was surprising and jarring. The investigation that followed led to a horrifying discovery (see picture). How did glass get in my taco?
If you decide to follow my blog you will quickly find out that I believe God is a God of stories, a God of parables, a literary genius, who uses the unfolding happenings of our lives to teach us deep personal truths if we are willing to keep in step with His Spirit.
Back to the glass. I have been having a bit of a clumsy streak lately. Y’all, within 24 hours I broke two large serving bowls and the glass in a large display frame where two panes of glass were pressed up against themselves to showcase a see through type picture. All three times the glass shattered everywhere and had to be gingerly cleaned up so as not to cut anyone. Little did I know that some of the glass escaped into my cabinet and undetected into the skillet I used to cook taco meat.
Surely there is a spiritual story to be learned from all this broken glass.
Someone I love had her heart dropped and broken recently. She came to find out that after two years of marriage her young husband had been having an affair with a woman at work. She was willing to forgive, but he was unwilling to reconcile, so they divorced. Her heart shattered.
Those that have been smashed by evil have been left with sharp edges, and it is sometimes a slow, painful process to help with cleanup. Sometimes the ones closest to the broken can get cut and bloody even after gentle handling has been applied. Sometimes after much time has passed, and the room has been swept, a tiny piece might still be discovered by a bare foot on the kitchen floor, or may have bounced undetected into a bowl used later for taco meat.
At some point in the cleanup process, the ones helping realize that the pieces will never go back together the way they were before. They are helpless in the face of such great suffering. So they prayerfully box up the fragments and hand them to our Father, the God of comfort. It will take a miracle…the pieces are so tiny…it seems so hopeless…
YAHWEH, King of Kings, Lord of Lords
His specialty is broken hearts. And once those pieces are held in His hands, fused backed together by the heat of His love, they will be a work of art.
Picture: This is the double frame glass that I broke. I used Pic Monkey for the scripture and my title. The shard in the taco was about 1/2 inch long.
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