I just threw away two ornaments because they had been stepped on and broken. Chards, the tiniest pieces of glass, useless to me.
Yet that is exactly what God uses. our broken chards, the crumbs of our life- because maybe that’s all we have left.
You know you’re in a good place when all that’s left is chards and you give it to Him anyways. You hand it to the One who can make something miraculous with it.
We don’t understand God’s ways, even His thoughts. Or why He takes so stinking long sometimes. But in the end what he is creating is more beautiful than we ever imagined He could do with such small broken pieces.
He takes your broken pieces and mine and somehow makes a masterpiece, He calls it the church. This place made up of chards held together by His Spirit.
You might have nothing left to give, your hands might be empty, open them anyways and let Him flood you with His very Presence.
It’s enough. It’s always enough.
His ways are not mine.