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She was in a meeting at a little white country church. It was the kind of meeting where people stood up to speak out a ‘word’ that they felt God was impressing on them for someone present. Usually someone in the group would accept it as being for them. They may share what they feel God is saying to them and why it relates to them. Or they may just receive it with thanks.
At one point someone said they got a picture of a broken heart. Considering the conversations that she’d been having with God as of late she knew it was a word for her but her pride wouldn’t allow her to speak up. She said nothing. And the group carried on.
She needed to know though why God had shown this person her broken heart. So she emailed them. The return email said that not only had they been given a picture of a jagged broken heart, they’d received another picture along with it.
This person had been shown a teapot.
It had been broken a couple of times before and put back together. But this time the teapot shattered so badly that it couldn’t be put back together.
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This picture resonated with her immediately because that’s exactly how she felt. But she felt angry. ‘Why God? Why did you show this person that for me? I already know that! I know that this time I’m so shattered that I feel like I can’t do much about it!! What kind of word is that for me? It tells me nothing! I still don’t know what to do!”
It was true. Situations in her past had caused brokenness before. But she was outgoing, she was gregarious, she made friends easily, she was gifted in ways that allowed her to easily reestablish herself. She could shake it off pretty easily and start again elsewhere. She put herself and her life back together.
But this time, this time she didn’t feel that she had anything left. She just couldn’t do it anymore. She was too shattered. Empty. There was nothing she could do...
Now she couldn’t shake the visual of the teapot. As she battled with God about why He’d shown this person that picture for her with no answer as to what she should do, she began to realize that this was exactly the point. There was nothing SHE could do.
She had to surrender.
Finally she came to see that this was a good place to be, this place of complete surrender. She had to rely completely on God to do the work. It may be impossible for her but He could work miracles. Nothing was impossible for Him.
as the various shattered areas of her life came to mind,
she picked them up in her hands and
she held them up to God.
She gave the pieces to Him.
She didn’t have a clue about how He was going to fix the teapot.
Was He going to restore it to its original state?
Would He aggrandize the broken and cracked areas?
Or might He make a mosaic of the broken pieces perhaps in the form of a stepping stone?
“When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful.” Barbara Bloom
She had no idea.
But she was beginning to feel her heart restored with each piece that she lifted up to Him…one by one…trusting that He knew best what to do with them. She became willing to wait to see what He would do.
She started to feel some excitement and curiosity. She began to sing again. She began to feel alive.
Today she still doesn’t know exactly what He will do with those pieces but she knows that this is where they should have been all along. Had they been in His hands the first few times of being broken they wouldn’t have shattered so easily again this time.
It has taken a long time for her to get to this place but she can finally relax. She doesn’t have to work so hard to put the pieces back together. She knows now in her heart of hearts what she’s always believed in her head.
It’s in His hands. He knows what He wants to make of her. He knows how she can best be used for His glory.
Still in awe of how God used one visual of a teapot to bring all this about, she now can rest and wait as the pieces are restored