This is something I wrote back in 2013 when I was going thru one of the toughest spots of my life. I recently rediscovered it and decided to share it with you all!
The girl stood looking in dismay at the remains of her shattered vase.
Once again her bouquet had been tossed on the ground and stomped on. Her vase had been hurled to the ground and smashed into a thousand pieces.
Once again she’d tried to show forth her value, her beauty, and once again it had been smashed into unrecognizable bits.
She sighed. She’d long ago given up shedding tears over it. What did they help? Nothing. No one cared. Why should she care?
And yet…deep in her heart, she did care. She longed to feel value, to be needed, appreciated.
She turned away, determined this time to never pick it up again. She’d tried so many times before and it never lasted. She’d pick up the pieces, glue them back together, and five minutes later it would be laying in pieces on the ground again, shattered in even more pieces.
It had been patched and glued and put back together and broken so many times it was a most impossible task to put them together the way they were meant to be.
She turned away. She’d given up.
*ahem* She heard someone clear their throat.
Startled, she turned to face this new person. Who dared to intrude on her private burial of her vase, her value?
“Would you give the broken pieces to Me?”
What?! Was this Man crazy?! He wanted the broken pieces?! Why? So He could pick them up and throw them away? “Why?”
“I like broken things. I like to use the pieces in mosaics.”
“Mosaics?!” The girl’s voice was hard and critical, guarding herself. “I HATE mosaics!”
“Why? I love mosaics.”
“Cuz every time I see a mosaic, I see all the broken pieces and think about how painful it must have been to get broken like that!”
“Ah, but I see the whole beautiful picture and joy in the skill that it must have taken to put all those little pieces together into one beautiful masterpiece.”
“You do?” The girl was puzzled.
“Yes, I do. Would you let Me do that for you? With your broken vase?”
“Um…weeelll, I guess You could have them if you really wanted. If that is what would bring honor to You.”
“Yes. I will put the pieces together into a beautiful mosaic masterpiece. It will be done with such skill that people will look at it and wonder who it is that has such skill to make such a beautiful thing out so many ugly, broken, scarred pieces. Then you will be able to answer them and point them to the Artist. Because everyone will know that there was no way YOU could do such a thing. They will be drawn to look to Someone else. That will be how you will be able to point others to Me, and how You will bring me glory.”
The girl bowed her head. “Yes, Abba. I will do that. I am willing to be Your mosaic masterpiece in order to bring glory to You.”
And in that moment, she was given value beyond anything she’d ever imagined.