Mosaic Maker

The rain has been steady all morning and I can’t stop thinking about mosaics. About brokenness. And about how God can take all the broken pieces of our lives and make them beautiful.

Because we are all broken. We’ve all been hurt by someone or something. Or we’ve made stupid choices and done the hurting to ourselves. Either way, we are made up of lots of little broken pieces. Pieces from broken relationships, abandonment, harsh words. Or maybe there are shards left behind from abortion, abuse, or rape. Perhaps the slivers are self-inflicted – eating disorders, searching for fulfillment outside of Christ, lack of self-control. Maybe our lives have been interrupted by death or illness. Any number of things can break in and tear us apart.

And we really have two choices. We can let those fragments continue to damage us or we can allow them to be made into something beautiful. We can allow forgiveness (for others OR ourselves) to pave the way. We can bring our broken parts to the Mosaic Maker. We can be made new.

As the rain pours outside, I have this song on repeat.

Beautiful Things

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all

All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new