She threw the plate down on the carpet. Or maybe she dropped it. Either way, it shattered everywhere, even into the next two rooms.
We stood in a sea of shards.
With bare feet.
She tried to run away, but I scooped her up in my arms.
And then I woke up.
This is Good Friday. And I’m thinking how God stripped Himself bare and threw Himself down into the midst of our brokenness.
Because He longed to gather this fractured world to His breast. And He wept for the love of it. For the love of us.
But we shattered Him. Stabbed His head with thorns. Shred his flesh with shards.
He stumbled under the weight of the cross, body broken into bread without a bone broken, blood letting life.
He hangs under our debt, scoops up all our pieces, stretches out to pull us from our ruins.
And we reach for Him with all our shattered praise and our broken hallelujahs.
Stilled by His shattering,
Sandy
Great reminder! From your neighbor @ Five Minute Friday.
Hallelujah!!
So glad you came to visit me on Heart Choices. Your FMF post was beautiful. I love the song you included. It was the first time I heard it but loved it.
Blessings and love,
Debbie
So thankful that He picks up the shattered pieces. (Visiting from FMF today )
A few words say so very much! A day of recalling this Man of Sorrows with the hope and knowledge of Resurrection. I am praising Him for all He did and does for me.
Amen, ~ linda
What a dream to wake to – the shattering, the needing to be saved – and He did that for us! I can’t quite wrap my brain around it – but I am so glad I am His now!~
Yes…I’m joining you in reaching for Him with all my shattered praise and broken hallelujahs. Beautiful!
The broken Savior isn’t really what the world was expecting — and it hasn’t changed.
We want a superhero to come in and save the day. We don’t really want a suffering Savior to see, “die and I will raise you back up,” “Give it all up and I will bless,” “Lose, so you can gain.”
Shattered