My husband Gary and I are nearing our 38th wedding anniversary. For our 30th, we enjoyed an Alaskan cruise. This was a wonderful cruise, beginning with a week on terra firma touring the beautiful Alaskan National Parks, including Denali. The end of that week landed us in Whittier, where we boarded the beautiful floating vessel that carried us through the spectacular glaciers, as well as many wonderful ports of call.
This trip was particularly special to me, because we were celebrating a milestone anniversary. On the cruise, I had the opportunity to attend a class where we learned to make a ceramic picture frame. The process took several days, as the frame needed to be painted, and put in a kiln. I was very happy with my handiwork, and in it, I placed a picture of my husband and me on our balcony in glacier bay. How I love to look at that picture, and how I love remembering that trip, and the love I put into creating the frame that would hold the memory that was so dear to me.
The frame and picture had a place of honor in our living room, where I enjoyed looking at it every day, until the day it was accidentally knocked over, and broke into three pieces. “Don’t worry!” I said to myself, “You can glue it together!” And I did. Carefully and lovingly, I glued the pieces of the frame together. I held the broken pieces in my hands for several minutes as the glue dried. When I was sure the frame was ready, I placed the picture back in it, and returned it to it’s place in the living room.
Not a month went by before my beloved frame was once again knocked over, and lay on the floor in several pieces. This time, all the breaks were new, the glue held the old breaks together. I was pretty impressed with the integrity of the glue, and knew that I could glue the frame together a second time. Again, I held each of the broken pieces in my hands tightly as the glue dried, lovingly putting the little frame back together and back to it’s place in the living room.
You guessed it, I came home from an outing to find my frame on the ground, broken – in all new places – a third time. They say “third time’s a charm”, so I got my trusty glue and once again glued the frame together. While admiring my frame, and all the scars, uneven seams, and glued cracks, it hit me. That frame is me!
Life has a way of knocking us down sometimes. Maybe it’s because we lost our job, or didn’t get the job we want. Maybe it’s financial problems that knock us for a loop. Maybe addiction, illness, loneliness, a wayward child, maybe unfaithfulness finds it’s way into our marriage, divorce, depression, death, and the list goes on. These things happen and knock us all the way down, and we break. Sometimes, we shatter. Sadly, nobody is immune to the problems and pains of this world. But be of good cheer! He has overcome this world!
Our sweet Lord and Savior picks up each broken piece of our hearts, our marriages, our lives, and glues them together with holy glue that binds and repairs like only He can do! His hands lovingly and gently hold us until the binding is complete and all the repairs are made. Then He places us back in a special place of honor where He can enjoy His handiwork. Over and over again, He patiently tends to our broken pieces, each time, making us stronger and stronger. Each time, investing more of Himself in us, making us beautiful because of the time spent in His hands.
My frame is now so glued together that when it fell for the fourth time, it did not break. You see, there was so much glue, and so many repairs, that the frame is now stronger than when I first made it! My beloved frame spent hours in the hands of it’s maker as I lovingly repaired it and made it like new. It is more beautiful to me now than it was the day I made it!
Just like my frame, we can be certain that our Maker, the Almighty Lord God, will always pick us up when life knocks us down, He will hold us together, and return us to a place of Honor, where He will enjoy His beautiful creation forever!