Written on the outside of the brown paper bag were the words, broken in three pieces. Tucked inside were the fragments of a cherished family heirloom. The pieces, hidden from the sight of others, had been in a state of brokenness for many years. If only the elegant plate had been repaired after the incident, it could have been serving others in a most charming manner all along. Our hearts, like that plate, can get crushed and neither one can be fixed by ignoring the broken pieces.
This tucked away treasure is a picture of the emotions found in the human heart. People get hurt and without even realizing it, can carry the pain within their hearts for years. If we can step back and look at ourselves, we may see some broken pieces from our past that we have hidden away. We are so much better off releasing the pain from our past, instead of continuing to carry that burden of brokenness. It’s hard to carry the pieces and function at our best. That is why acknowledging our broken places is so healthy. Once we identify them, we can then release them to the Lord. Psalm 55:22 tells us, “Cast your burden on the Lord, and He will sustain you.”
It is never too late to be who you want to be. Search your heart. If there is something in your past that you feel ashamed of, talking to the Lord about it will promote healing and restoration within your own heart. Don’t let the shame of the past steal the joy you could be living out today. Identify those hurts. Become aware of the triggers in your life. If you can pinpoint them and acknowledge there is something there that needs to be dealt with, the next step is bringing it before the Lord to seek His wholeness and healing. 1 John 3:20 says, “For whenever our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and he knows everything.”
God sees all. Nothing is hidden from Him. In Psalm 56:8 we are told, “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” You don’t have to do much explaining because the Lord is already aware of the hurtful situations you have encountered in life. The Lord is our Healer, the One who fixes our broken places. Why go through life hiding those pieces when you can give them back to Christ, allowing Him to release the pain and fully restore you.
You are His Masterpiece and He designed you to have a whole heart. Psalm 30:2 says, “O Lord my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.” Give it all over to Him and leave it at the foot of the cross. We were designed by God. He crafted us together. Psalm 139:14 tells us “I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.” He wants us to be whole in Him, not fractured or broken. Our purpose really is to be about His business, serving Him and others. And when we allow Him to heal our broken places, we can do that all the better.
As the years rolled by, the time was never taken to simply glue the family heirloom back together. What a shame it had been to carry it through life, broken. Gluing the plate back together, I realized, had I taken the time and effort to deal with the break right then and there, I could have been enjoying it’s beauty all along. And so it is with the human heart. If we choose to deal with the hurts of the heart, and allow the Lord to glue together the broken pieces, how much better life will be. When the condition of the heart is whole, it is simply a beautiful thing. “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart forever.” Psalm 73:26
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Looking down from my vantage point I saw the side of the hard stone edge of the rock. Beyond that, the deep turquoise water that seemed so far away. My legs felt weak, not only because I was afraid, but due to the physical stress and exhaustion I had already been through, getting to the river. People had gathered around to watch this mama bear as she stood, frozen, peering down into the depths below. My teenage son stood confidently at my side to encourage me.
The scent of pine needles on a warm summer day brings me back to days of trout fishing with my family when I was a child. The smell of creosol reminds me of the newly built fence that housed my horse as a kid. The smell of a skunk triggers a memory of the time I drove through its spray as a teenager, in my 1965 VW Bug, only to arrive home and be ushered quickly out the back door and told to drop those stinky clothes! All these memories are attached to a certain scent. It is interesting how our sense of smell can trigger memories from our past and even influence our outlook on life. We each have a fragrance that permeates our lives.
“You didn’t do anything to help, mom?” My teenage son’s question hung in the air as we drove. I had been telling him about an employee that fell at a store I had been shopping at. The guy had fallen hard, and as the sound of him hitting the floor rang out, my head quickly turned to see what had happened.
I was under siege. I felt like Pig-Pen, but instead of a cloud of dirt surrounding me I had a black cloud of gnats around my head, dive bombing my face and buzzing my ears. I began flailing and waving my hands in an effort to swat them away however, it only seemed to makes matters worse as if it egged them on to attack me all the more. The gnats were so distracting I was having a hard time focusing on my run, and that is when the Lord began speaking to my heart.
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