He came in the house crying and frightened. He’d done it now. The new BB gun wasn’t near as exciting at this moment. The fun had turned to fragmented, oh, so quickly. Right there. Right in our own yard! My son had shot the BB gun, it ricocheted. He heard the most unusual sound. This crackling of glass. . .
His sobs could not stop the continued shatter of the van window. This shatter didn’t happen instantly. It kept crawling and shattering until the whole window popped out every shard and sliver onto the ground.
Of course he didn’t mean for that to happen. He was simply enjoying his BB gun. However, he was in the WRONG place! He was supposed to use that gun BEHIND the house in the WOODS! What he thought would be “ok” turned into a problem not only for him, but all of us.
Dad took over. Re-directed, instructed his child — took care of making sure the shattered window was replaced with one that was whole. Painful lesson learned.
Wounded. Broken. Shattered. We’ve all been there. Sometimes we’re the one with the BB gun – wrong place, wrong time and fun turns to fragments. Other times were like the window – in our places doing what we’re supposed to do when life brings words or circumstances that shatter our world.
Always, there is our Heavenly Father. The Father who loves us unconditionally. The Father who lovingly leads us through needful discipline – or lovingly heals us from the wounds of the shattering. All that He does for His children exudes from a wisdom His all -knowing heart possesses. A love exuding from Him – because He IS love. A restoration only possible finding His forgiveness or resting in His grace.
So today, friend, wherever you are, won’t you come to Him?
“Precious Father – You know where we are. You know what we need. Humbly we come to You. We ask forgiveness where we have been part of fragmenting with words or actions. We humbly accept Your love and ask You to change our hearts. Where we have been shattered, wounded, broken, we also humbly come before You. We bring our broken selves and ask for Your Healing. We seek that You would heal us, Father, so that we will not hurt others. Wash over us with Your pure love, and cleanse and make us more like You. Fill us with Your love we pray. With grateful hearts we praise You for Your answer! In Jesus’ name, Amen
Praise the Lord! For it is good to sing praises
to our God; For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful.
The Lord builds up Jerusalem; He gathers together
the outcasts of Israel. He heals the brokenhearted
And binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars;
He calls them all by name.
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power;
His understanding is infinite. Psalm 147:1-5
By Janene Dubbeld/FGG