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Repurposing Broken

An ice storm hits and tears down limbs and breaks off treetops and leaves our two-and-a-half-acre lot in shambles. We hear a creak in the night and awake to find a huge pine tree limb that has fallen on the electric line that brings light to our home. Somehow, our energy stays connected and we do not lose our electricity. That morning, we peruse our backyard and see devastation all around. So much damage. We say it looks like a war zone.

Within a matter of six months, our community has seen a tornado, about four major winter storms, devastating floods, and a major ice storm. And as spring approaches, our backyard trees look weathered and broken. And my spirit feels it too.

So when I hear the forecast — another winter storm warning, six to twelve inches possible, my soul grasps for the hope of spring, as if spring itself were the cure for the weariness that threatens to overcome. But I wake this morning to the picture of life that graces my front window. And I see the truth of what a snow storm can bring. The glory of a thick blanketing snow that covers acres of brokenness and makes masterpiece out of the damaged.

And I remember His promise of snow-blanket grace that covers broken humankind. Broken me. And transforms it into treasure for Himself.

Could it be that His idea was not to “fix” the broken but to use it in His masterpiece? To re-purpose the broken and devasted and use it for His glory?

 He makes beauty even of fallen limbs that mar what I thought was the beauty of my backyard. Turns out, He was just remodeling.

Pretty New Pitcher

I got this pitcher in mail the other day from Dayspring!

It’s called the Life Collection Large Pitcher. And I love it because it’s so pretty and bright and it makes me dream of summertime barbecues when we have friends come over and I can pour them some peach tea from my pretty new pitcher.

It has John 10:10 written right through the middle.

“I have come that they might have life, and have it to the full.”

One of my favorite verses in the whole of the Bible. Seriously.

I love my new pitcher for so very many reasons. First, it reminds me of things that are easy to see as beautiful. Like bright sunshiny days and big pretty flowers. And sips of lemonade in the middle of a hot summer day. (And who doesn’t need a little extra reminder of sunshiny beautiful in the middle of this everlasting winterland?) Also, it’s nice and sturdy, not fragile feeling, though I will handle with care. I also love that it looks perfectly lovely in my red kitchen. But mostly I love the words painted on it. The Word painted on it.

And I have found the perfect spot for it on my hutch next to my dining room table. For display all year long. So I can remember that summer will come. AND so I can remember the truth of what life really is.

I can’t wait to have our next dinner guests over so I can use it. Actually, I just might not wait. I may just have to use this beauty tonight, to pour water for my family to drink with our frozen pizza because I truly can’t wait. Yep, it’s that great! 🙂

So thank you, incourage, for the opportunity to review this awesome pitcher! Did I mention I really, really like it?

The New, New

I took a run through my favorite pathway the other day. The one the mercy storm decimated last September. It was my first time back since that tornado storm ripped treetops from limbs and flattened buildings along my favorite pathway. The path along which I trained for two half-marathons. I had spent many hours walking many miles in that arboretum before it became a wind-tunnel’s playground. And it was time for me to return.

It was a new experience for me in so many ways. And my visit prompted a whole new set of challenges from those I had faced in years gone by. It was the challenge of a new season. For me, it was a redefining of the truth of newness.

First, it was a run. In times past, it’s always been a walk. Or a walk mixed with some running. This time, though, it was a run mixed with some walking. A new challenge for me. But that’s not the redefining. The new landscape – the missing trees, the flat earth having replaced the tree-lined streets and the buildings that once proudly stood along the way – it created an unexpected sense of new inside of me. Not the crazy-excited kind like what comes with a new car or a new pair of shoes. It was a more somber, almost sacred kind of new. Like what happens when you find yourself in an unknown place without a map. A little bit scared but not wanting to miss the new scenery for fear that you may never again have the chance to see it. That’s how I felt as I rounded the curve that led up the hill along the circuit I run. I didn’t want to miss the sacred of what was coming because I was lost in the sadness of what was gone.

And then, just to my left, right along the trees that still remain in the forest next to path, I noticed four yellowish-green sprouts.

 The ever-faithful return of the new. Spring will come! And all will be new again. The ground will once again produce tulips and daffodils and beautiful blooms. Even amidst the newly created treelessness that now marks that favorite pathway of mine. God is in the process of redecorating. And last fall, He did a little remodeling as well. And now, His faithful newness will shine in an altogether new way.

Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
   for his compassions never fail. 
They are new every morning;
   great is your faithfulness.           Lamentations 3:22-23, NIV