When I finally had a chance to sit down, I began to think about how broken glass is such a metaphor in our lives. While most of our days are filled with happiness, joy, and triumph (and we're blessed to say most of them are), a few of our days are filled with a broken glass or maybe even two, three, or four. At that moment, I knew Weston and I broke the glass because God had scripture in mind for me today.
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
Broken glass can be as small as a flat tire or being late to an appointment or it could be as tragic as an accident that changes your life forever or the loss of a loved one. As I realized this lesson God had for me today, I began to pray for two families I know are dealing with their own "broken glass" at this moment. The words "pick up the pieces" came to mind as I prayed.
At first, I focused on the tragedy of breaking the glass. Then, quickly, I started picking up the pieces. That's what we do, isn't it? We pick up the pieces of our hearts when they've been broken. They may never be the same, but we do our best to pick them up, dust them off, and let God help us put them back together.
Today, I am praying for those who are picking up the pieces today in circumstances they may not understand, probably didn't ask for, and may be having trouble "giving thanks" in. I thank God for this reminder. I rejoice today, when I want to complain, I rejoice! That baby who gave me loads of extra cleaning duties today...Yes, I rejoice and I give thanks for Him!