psalm 7

psalm 7

when life seemed unredeemable

not merely broken, shattered

when the pieces could not fit back together

no glue or tape could mend

when You looked upon our depravation

You chose the only tools of restoration

when You boldly took the nails that saved us all

and blood flowed free

and grace flowed free

at Your cross I fall 

claimed and surrendered

where love flows free eternally

Something beautiful

I have felt like broken glass

sharp, cold

shards and splinters

able to cut deep

needing to watch that my words

build instead of break

myself and those around me

I am broken glass

sharp, cold, scattered

useless to shape any good thing

and yet

and yet

there is a hand that crafts

with unimaginable skill

fragment by slivered fragment

something of use

and beauty

that He chooses to call His own

singing an old song today:

Something beautiful, something good
All my confusion He understood
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife
But he made something beautiful of my life

walking with Emily and the redeemed

 

Look up!

I am restless and weary

wishing to hasten recovery

I wait

morning finds me

journal open

to hear what He would share:

The same way the sky brings the morning light

so too can you find Me

Look up!

When you look around and seem surrounded by darkness

closing in from all sides

Look up!

A cloud is simply a cloud

My light shines under, over

Darkness can not drive away light.

Look up!

Walking with Emily and the broken yet redeemed