Our farm has had only three other owners before us. Two owners were from the same family, the third was a stranger. The stranger did not know the history of the house, the hours, the sacrifices, the stress, the joy, and the sorrow the original family had experienced. Quite honestly, they did not care. It is evident in the way they cared for the house and some of the contents,
I walk through the wooded section of the property daily with the goats and sheep. I have learned to have something with me to carry things I find. The strangers took many of the antique canning jars, bowls, bottles, and crocks to the woods and shattered them. Maybe by throwing them against the tree, maybe by using them for shooting practice. It has been hard to understand why they destroyed these things. I have found myself getting irate about the beautiful things, the jars, the crocks that have been destroyed.
God whispered in my ear while I was spouting about the loss of these things. You know, that’s how I feel about my children when others can’t see their worth. I stood still. “Oh, Father.” I thought of my own children and how indignant I become when someone does not recognize the amazing gifts and talents my children have and share with their community.
God said that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14). When God’s children are not valued and treasured as He says they should be, I cannot imagine how it must hurt His heart. The very children that His Son, Jesus, died for on the Cross treating each other poorly, as trash, as objects. Never stopping to see the value, the worth, the gifts and talents they possess. Just like the broken glass in the woods was destroyed and their very purposes lost forever.
The pieces I have collected did not lose their story, however. I can see that they were bowls, jars, crocks, items that contained something at one time. Their initial purpose isn’t there anymore, but that doesn’t make them ugly or useless. I have collected them to allow them to tell their stories again. We have wooden spools from electric lines and I will be creating a mosaic table top for the porch.
Then whenever anyone gathers on the porch they will see that the broken glass is still beautiful. It still shines, it still tells its story, it still has purpose.
Best Beloved, how are you feeling? Are you feeling broken? Undervalued? Discarded? Are you feeling precious? Priceless? Treasured?
Dear Ones, don’t listen to the strangers, those who have chosen to dismiss the value God has placed on you and in you. Don’t let someone come and try to throw you away. You are a child of the One True God. If you have been dashed against the ground or the trees in your past, don’t let the strangers make you feel like you can’t be used again.
God is a Redeeming God. He is the God of Second Chances. Restoration. He can take your broken pieces and make them into something new and something beautiful.
Something beautiful, something good. All my confusion, He understood. All I had to offer Him, was brokenness and strife. But He made something beautiful of my life (Gaithers).
He will make something beautiful in your life too. Just ask Him.