Shattered. Broken. That is what became of my glass patio table. We had left the big umbrella up and weren't expecting the wind. All I heard was a whoosh of the wind, a thud from the umbrella hitting the ground and the crash of the table top shattering. I didn't want to believe it really happened. I went outside to look and saw the pieces all over the ground. What a mess!
I began the tedious and careful process of sweeping, scooping and throwing away the pieces. All I kept think about was "How am I ever going to pick up all of the pieces?"
That is when I heard Him. "You can't. You can only pick up one at a time." I no longer saw glass, but I saw broken hearts, broken lives, and lost souls. I saw the brokenness of the world.
It was overwhelming. Compassion flooded me and I began to pray. It was all I could do. I knew God made that table break for a reason. He wanted me to see, with my own eyes, what He sees when He gazes upon us.
As I started to vacuum up pieces embedded in the grass, I knew it would be impossible for me to get all the pieces. So many pieces had fallen down, lost in the thick grass. I would have to trust with faith. Blind faith that my children won't cut their feet playing in the backyard. Blind faith that He will protect us and pick us up when we need Him.
I can only go so far on my own.
But with Christ, I can do anything. I can start with one person. Show one person the love of Christ. No judgment. No hatred. Just love. That's how I can begin to mend the brokenness.
And you can too.