He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams
Psalm 23:2 (NLV)
Life can get so crazy. Sometimes I do not know whether I am coming or going. The to-do list is always full and the bank account never seems to be full enough. The needs list is high and the wants are just almost within reach.
The focus is my choice. I can focus on the rat race and never be quite satiated or I can focus on the green meadows and the peaceful streams. These are figurative of course, for all of those little things that might go un-noticed in my life if I did not slow down and recognize them.
When I focus on the meadows and streams I am at ease. The tension is not so bad and the worries seem to dissipate. I see that I have healthy children and that I am loved. I see that God has provided everything I need and even a few of my wants. I have a roof over my head and food in my pantry. My family has clothes and medical care. We can go to any grocery store we want to and have multiple selections of just about anything.
I am at ease because I have clean air to breath and a warm bed to sleep in at night. Is the to-do list ever present? Yes. But so are the green meadows and peaceful streams.
“When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling in the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. ” -Barbara Bloom
How do I start to express how true this statement is. …about people? Are we not all broken in some way? The brokenness we carry makes us beautiful. If we have not been hurt, then how can we reach out to comfort someone else who has been hurt? It creates compassion within us and we can in turn help others to heal.
When we genuinely love someone, we may see their flaws and imperfections, but they are covered white and made pure because we can see deeper into that person’s heart. We see their struggles and we know they are imperfect, just like we are. We realize that like us, they need grace.
So much of the world today is about picking apart other people and their actions and beliefs. I know I have been one of those judging, but I am a work in progress and my goal ultimately is to be free of that and to just love those around me. Even if I do not agree, I just want to see them for who they are: broken, just like me.
I have a serving tray that had some water damage and scratches on it. Fresh white paint and some broken sea glass was gathered to renew the tray.
As I painted over the tray I thought about how much someone’s love can cover our hurts and imperfections. As I placed each piece of broken sea glass on top of the grout, I thought about how beautiful it was even though it was broken. The water marks and the scratches were covered and the tray was ready to be used to serve. …and so are we, as broken and beautiful as we are.