With the guests soon to arrive, my eye caught the glistening sheen of dust on the china cabinet. The Honey’s agreement to tidy up was soon followed by the distinct sound of shattering glass. I came running—what happened? He was trying to dust the easy way, around delicate objects of all shapes and sizes. But one fell on top another. Once whole, the personalized, hand-made glass plate of a daughter was broken and unsafe.
The local headlines scream of brokenness. Children found dead as their mother is missing. This injustice. That outcry. Lack of personal responsibility. So much blame for anything and/or anyone. Greed and selfishness abound.
Eyes appear matted as one glance betrays their inner pain. Hearts are broken. Families shattered. Finances in despair. Physical ailments, mental illness, behavioural struggles. Negativity seems rampant, while ideas of compassion and selflessness seem a distant fantasy beyond reach.
I know a Repair Person. One who specializes in the broken, be it people, places or thing. His repair jobs are not a quick-fix, looking to do little work for much money. God’s repairs take time, more than we expect. They’re often painful, but relieving. He works to not only repair but restore. He does cosmetic surgery, so that the scars we feel inside are not too blatantly visible on the outside. He’s a long-term restoration expert. It’s not enough to “look” fixed; God wants you to also “feel” fixed. To trust His tender hand and let Him do His thing. He only knows how to do the best.
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