“I’m so broken” she texted. “Broken doesn’t even sound bad enough. What’s worse than broken?”
“Shattered?” I offered.
“Yes. That’s it. I’m shattered. I don’t think the pieces of me can ever be put back together again.”
My precious friend had just been dealt a life changing blow. Her future had been flipped upside down and she didn’t know how to move forward with the pain and uncertainty.
I told her the only thing I knew to say: ”It won’t hurt like this forever. I promise.” I had been knocked sideways and felt crushed beyond recognition before. But I had been rescued and carried by a loving, gracious God. I had moved from hopelessness to hopefulness. I knew in that moment that God was continuing to use my journey. He wasn’t wasting my pain. I was able to tell her that she would make it through and that goodness was on the other side.
Are you feeling shattered? Beyond repair? I’ll offer you the same thing I told her. God does not want to just put his arm around you and pat you gently on the shoulder to say it’s all going to be ok. Instead, he wants to pick you up and boldly carry you through the rising waters all around. He wants you to rest in His strength and His promises while He rescues you!
The Bible says that “all things work together for the good” (Romans 8:28) and that “He is able to do more than you can ask or imagine” (Ephesians 3:20). But right now he wants to save you.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Can the Lord piece you back together after being shattered? Yes. But you may not look the same. And that’s ok.
When I was in college, my friend had given me a gorgeous cobalt blue glass candle holder. It had been handmade by a glass artist and it was one of a kind. One afternoon I accidentally knocked it off my desk and it shattered when it hit the floor. I had spent so many evenings studying with that candle lit that the warm glow had become a favorite of mine. I didn’t want to just toss it so I tried my best to salvage what I could. I spent some time holding pieces in place and gluing it back together. There were shards that didn’t fit and some pieces didn’t quite match up like they had before, but after much effort, it was whole again. After the glue dried I put a new candle in. While I knew that the warm glow might look different, I wasn’t prepared for what happened when I lit the candle inside. Instead of just the subdued light that it had let off before, this new creation was flooding the room with rays of bright light. It was shining through the broken pieces and the holes where the shards could not be salvaged. It was even more beautiful than before.
You may never be the same, but friend, you are never beyond repair.