Cracks in fine china and crystal i expect, but in my hardy ceramic coffee mug? No. Yet, there is was and with no knowledgeable explanation. A quiet, still, rainy day and a cracked mug. It all added up to a wet afternoon... inside, as well as, outside.
I am bluntly reminded, no matter how strong our faith, there are times when the hardy-faithful's heart shatters through pain like a fragile-novice's heart. While believers are sometimes considered strong enough to handle their struggles, God realizes the truth. Our frail humanity is never more exposed than when we are grieving. After a heartache, when family/friends return to their routines and all is now consider well, one can and does find blessing and comfort in God alone. God scoops us up and continues to bind up our wounds... His understanding has no limit... He questions not our recovery time or process. He understands.
Forgive me, Father, when i expect others to respond with the thorough understanding only You possess. I am thankful for those who have already traveled the harsh roads of pain, as they have a special ability to provide an extra dose of comfort and understanding. But most of all, i am thankful how You cover, repair and strengthen all the ugly cracks that show up in our life. You, Father, can restore beauty even out of the worse of times.
God knows... and that is enough.
we are loved and chosen by God,
may we live like we believe it,
veneal
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