When you feel broken, God has a way of reaching out to you in some unconventional ways.
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I have these really nice, heavy dinner plates. One afternoon I was unloading the dishwasher and I tried to carry them, one too many at a time, over to the cabinet. As a result, I dropped one. It was broken!
That plate had hit the ground HARD! As I said, it was a heavy plate. It smashed into pieces, but the pieces were large. I gathered them up and threw them in the trash and looked around to be sure I got all of them.
The pieces of that broken plate were so big that it looked like you could just glue those few together and it would be whole. Not as pretty, but whole. I was relieved it didn’t smash into a thousand bits.
Later on, I was getting dinner ready and I felt this stabbing pain in my foot. I looked down and there was a small, very thin shard sticking out. It was small but oh, did it hurt!
I then got down on the floor and on closer examination, saw these tiny, barely visible bits of that broken plate. I didn’t even notice them before and the broom apparently didn’t get them because they were too small. They were so small I had to get a wet rag to lift them off the floor.
It appeared as though all the pieces I picked up would have made the broken plate whole again, but they didn’t. These tiny fragments remained and would have made the plate just slightly “off” had I glued it back in place.
And as I stood there thinking about it, God brought to mind the issues I had been struggling with that I thought I had dealt with.
Feeling Broken Like That Plate
As I sat there picking up these tiny, barely visible pieces, God showed me that I too had been broken!
Things that happened in my life, things that people said that hurt me…I thought I had dealt with them all.
I thought I had brought them all to the cross and turned them over to God. But He showed me there were some small “pieces” I hadn’t quite gotten.
Some small pieces of my past, my hurt, my pain, that I hadn’t collected and handed over to Him. Those little pieces, like the fragments of the broken plate, were barely noticeable but were hurting me and preventing my wholeness.
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I thought that dealing with the bigger issues was enough, but God showed me that these smaller pieces of my past were just as painful as the bigger ones.
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The biting remarks from a family member…..
“That girl is prettier than you”
“You’re a failure…you always were a failure, you’ll always be a failure”
Ending Toxic Relationships
The lies told and the false accusations made by someone close to me who, for some unknown reason, just wanted to cause pain. This same person who had caused me pain in the past with their words.
Things I thought I had dealt with by just ending toxic relationships. But I hadn’t dealt with the hurt and sting of those remarks, those lies, those accusations.
I had forgiven and had moved on, but I hadn’t given over those painful words. I was living them every single day and was still allowing them to make me feel insecure, unworthy. Fragments remained that were still being allowed to pierce me, like that barely visible sliver from that broken plate. Only these pierced my heart, not my foot.
God Cares About The Little Things; The Tiny Pieces
It is not enough to give God the bigger problems and bigger issues. We need to give Him the fragments as well, casting ALL our cares on Him. Not only the bigger aspect of our cares but each and every tiny piece.
We may appear to be whole; put together. The world may see us and think we have everything together! But we look inside ourselves and see that something is just “off”. There are tiny pieces that we haven’t picked up and lifted to the cross.
God is not just the God of our big problems. He cares about those tiny fragments as well.
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Are you feeling broken? Is there anything you are leaving behind that needs to be picked up and carried to the cross?
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