Low on the Go!

on restoration.

in Your nearness there is healing
what was broken now made whole
restoration in it's fullest
lasting hope for all who come.

During the years of darkness, there has been no question. i am such a broken person. We all are, i suppose. In my mind, there is a picture. i am standing surrounded by broken hearts, like broken porcelain pieces. My heart is somewhere in there, alongside all the other hearts i have grieved and broken. i am swimming in pieces of china, cutting myself and being cut by the jagged edges.Where do i start to bring about restoration? How do i know which are the right pieces and the wrong pieces to put together?

Days like yesterday remind me that on my own, i can't piece the brokenness back together. That in my brokenness, i can't even lift my hands to the surface of the sea of porcelain pieces. Two thousand years ago, i was lying limp and lifeless. As his hands were pierced to the cross, those same hands were the hands scooping me out from the brokenness. Hands bloody from the jagged edges of my sin.

What do the pieces look like when they're put back together? i'm so blind; can a blind man piece together a sea of teacups and saucers? Somehow, beyond my imagination, beyond what i can fathom, he is using the brokenness to create a beautiful mosaic, and though au courant, i don't know how things will pan out, though i can't see the masterpiece, i know that there is beauty that arises from brokenness.

So we're alright, he asked.
We will be, i replied.