Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I know it was an accident. Diamond didn’t mean to drop it.
If it was anybodies’ fault it was mine. I placed it there on display, in the way for anyone to bump – especially a six year old. She did. It fell. And it broke.
Roxy found it in the woods and used it as a walking stick during a family vacation. Her brother secretly brought it home, attached a wind chime, and gave it as a gift.
Roxy loves wind chimes, and is especially fond of this one. Every time the wind causes it to sing she’s reminded of her brother.
But really now it’s just a stick, right? Or is it more?
And maybe the reverse is true as well.
We may say “I was only joking.” Thinking our words and deeds of little consequence; nothing more than dried up old sticks. But, in reality they hold the keys to winning or losing a wounded soul.
I stare at the broken stick and wonder about the one who gave it. I think; “Maybe, if we’d have reached out to the-stick-giver more… he wouldn’t have taken his life.”
I don’t know for sure but I wish I had another chance…
I can’t part the Red Sea. Neither could Moses. But, he offered what he had, if only a stick. God took the gift of obedience and saved lives.
Another Man was obedient unto death. He said, “Not my will but yours be done.” And on a simple piece of wood His life was broken.
And that old wooden stick was used to save us all.
My Lord let our heart break for that which breaks yours. And thank You for Your promise that You heal the broken hearted.