This morning I got to work at 645am and had one HECK of a day. Let’s just say that swears, tears and potential vomiting were all present before 8am, from multiple people. But I have amazing coworkers and even better clients, so we powered through. We’re not out of the storm yet, but we’re on our way.
That said, I left work early and am currently sitting in the East Lyme Starbies enjoying a peppermint mocha latte (don’t worry folks, it’s decaf) and writing before a board meeting tonight.
*side note: no Bethany today…that makes me sad :(*
But this isn’t what I wanted to write about today. I wanted to write about being broken.
All of us at one point or another, maybe even now, feel like we’re broken. Maybe even shattered. We feel like our lives look like this flower pot:
What once was beautiful is now in a bunch of pieces and the contents are spilled out all over the place. When things fall apart so drastically we feel like they’ll never come back together, or if they do, there’s no way they’ll ever look half as good as they did before. You’ll see all the cracks and holes from the pieces that are no longer there. And the insides? They probably have to be mostly or completely replaced.
Wrong. God’s got time for that.
In fact, I think He LIVES for times like that. I think He looks at our messes and thinks to Himself “YES! Another project! Let’s see what we can do with this one!” And it always, Always, ALWAYS comes out 10 million times better than before.
…if you let Him. That’s the key.
He’s always willing to step in and be the knight in shining armor, the fixer, the quicker-picker-upper (yes, I did just liken God to Bounty paper towels…deal with it haha) BUT He waits for us to go hands off and let Him do His thing. He’s kind of a gentleman, He doesn’t do things or take over unless asked.
And while my flower pot fix would come out looking something like this:
His come out looking more like these:
Which would you rather?