So, I turned 36 last month. And I’m hoping that another year older also means another year wiser. (At the very least, I’ve felt new inspiration to write this post, so that feels like a win!)
For my birthday this year, my family and I did something a little different. We put together glass mosaics in various shapes and sizes. Each of us carefully sorted through colorful glass shards, precisely arranged them onto plexiglass bases, tediously set them with adhesive, permanently bound them in grout, neatly polished them to shine, and joyfully admired our finished works of art in their full glory. It was a rather long (and at times painstaking) process- especially for the perfectionists in the family! But it was worth the effort and we were thrilled with our glass/cement creations.
While I didn’t intend there to be a deeper meaning to the project (other than just doing something creative for my birthday), this family craft turned out to be much more than what it seemed. As I ran my hand over my finished mosaic flower, it hit me that this was a tangible representation of what God was doing in my life. (In all of our lives, really.) And I was suddenly in awe of just how meaningful my birthday art was.
I realized that the process we had just put these glass shards through is an incredible parallel to the process that happens in our lives as we walk the daunting path of pain and suffering. A process that allows us to be shattered, rearranged, anchored, reinforced, restored, and displayed. A process that can turn our broken pieces into shards of hope…
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