Yesterday, while putting away something in my china cabinet I ran across something that had been left behind by my grand daughter. It was a broken ceramic piggy bank she had left one Sunday after visiting. I hadn't thrown it out, because I knew it was precious to her and wanted to somehow fix it or find her another one just like it. As I held the broken pieces in my hand I became suddenly reminded of how many times God had held mine...the broken relationships, broken dreams, broken homes, and sometimes my broken children. He kept me held together though this vessel had cracks so large it almost shattered the very core of God's purpose in me. My God faithfully repaired, reconstructed, and replaced all the sorrow, sadness, sickness, and loss with more then I could ever have imagined. I may have not gotten back my original pieces shattered everywhere, but what HE gave me is worth so much more. He gave me a new life, with a new love, and the ability to appreciate every broken vessel I see. -Brenda
Psalm 147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
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