What to do when your world needs fixing…
When everything teeters on the brink of crumbling, how do you cope?
You cry out to God, pray earnestly for His strong arm to mend the broken, to rescue before collapse. You search Scriptures, search your heart, search earnestly for something, anything, for remedy.
But what do you do when after all this – the tears, the prayers, the repentance – it all falls anyways. Prayers for repair seemingly return with rubble.
I’ve pondered this much of late: how to reconcile cries for fixing when the answer comes back in further breaking.
Was the Lord averse to my cries? Had my pleas fallen on calloused ears?
While emotions raged and circumstances spun, I sensed His gentle Spirit whisper truth to my weary soul:
I am not a handyman.
Patch this. Mend that. Indeed my prayers for fixing desired repair work on existing structures, keeping the status quo minus the cracks. “Here’s MY plan for fixing, Lord. Be a good handyman and get the job done.”
Oh the love of our patient God. As I wrestled with this new realization of my heart’s desires, He whispered again transforming truth.
You are clay and I, the Potter.
The Potter. Master craftsman. Clay always transforms into its destined design within the molding palm of His hands. Should cracks develop or walls weaken, He does not simply patch nor mend. The Potter presses the entire piece to the ground, flattening to scratch and building again from the bottom up. For the vessel to hold true, it must be made new. For the fractured, fixing requires breaking.
With this newfound perspective, I realized my cries for fixing had in fact been answered! Not by mere patchwork that would eventually give way to greater rupture but by the loving leveling of the Master Potter’s Hands. Not out of distain or frustration but clear vision of the full potential trapped within the my clay, potential that could only be realized by His molding touch.
He allowed all to fall so it could be built up in Him, strong and sure.
Take heart, weary one. You are not forsaken. When it all falls down, rest your battered bones in the palm of your Potter. His desire exceeds mere repair of fractured places. Know you are ever in His sight as the apple of His eye. He has a masterpiece in mind!
Therein lies the beauty of being broken.
2 responses to “When It All Falls Down”
Beautiful. What true perspective, and one that is only wrought through the beauty of brokenness. Thank you for sharing. ~Laura
I think my cry of late is NOW. If not now, then when? I feel like a three year old sometime. So glad we have a patient God!