hmmm…pieces of shattered glass lay everywhere on the floor…
It was so sudden and so immediate that I couldn't do anything…only to let the mirror fall on the floor…watching it…let it broken into pieces soon as it hit the ground with sudden crashing…shrilling voice.
I sighed on the wastage of my precious mirror…hmm...bent down and stretched one of the hands to pick the pieces…
And readily take it back as one broken piece went deep into my finger…the blood started rushing out from the finger I left the pieces and turn to my wound.
Shattered glasses were still everywhere on the floor…like hopeless pieces of trash…and the beauty of the beautiful glass seemed hopelessly married and wasted.
Once…they were together made a complete image...a complete figure.
The designer who made the mirror carefully kept it far from extra burden or weight…careless on lookers…every break…every cut and every strain.
That’s how with so much care and all time support…the maker finally sell it to one buyer and what she did soon after the mirror landed on her ground?
She let it break…sigh.
But no worry….the shattered looking glass is gone.
The brokenness is replaced with another complete image from the same designer.
Only the useless...rubbish pieces of glass left behind few haunting reminders of what I once treasured more than anything else…and on breaking how deep it gave me a wound.
But this is life…we suffered and our broken dreams…shattered hopes and aspirations lay everywhere like useless pieces of rubbish…destined to fade away…and even though our heart suffered the wound…
hmm....it keeps hoping.
And our hope is greatly dependent on the Designer…the Maker…who must have something in replacement for us…
Who would offer something exact…something which match the empty space brought by the broken dreams in our heart.
It is then that I realize…as I never may have realized before...that the blows that I thought were aimed by Satan to destroy my mirror…my heart...
My Maker used to build my heart up…to make something beautiful in the replacement of the broken pieces.
“It is amazing what God can do with a broken heart… if we let Him have all the pieces.”
There is nothing too broken for myMaker to transform.
Nothing too shattered for Him to use.
It takes time to heal the wounds.
The dreams may change.
The hopes…plans and aspirations we held dear may not remain the same…but from those broken pieces He creates something new.
He always have the replacement.