It smacked the hardwood floor like a sticky foot whacking the ground. It crashed and then it scattered. The ornament slipped from the tree, with a little help from the cat, and shot in uneven pieces across the ground. Broken. Done. I swept it into a dustpan with an aggravated grunt and a guilty sigh. I needed a sliver of hope in a broken world.
The next day, I turned away for just one moment, and a loud thud pounded my tile floor, accompanied by the sound of glass turning into a kaleidoscope of danger. My new Christmas candle now in pieces on the kitchen tile. This time a dog’s paw was to blame.
Another broken something.
And with all the ornaments and knick-knacks this season, things are just begging to turn to broken glass at some point. I let it soak in, wondering how many more delicate items will find their way to destruction on my floor.
Hope in a Broken World
And beyond the damaged decor, I see the brokenness in me. I witness it everywhere. In strangers’ eyes and friends’ complaints. The most wonderful time of the year is a glittery backdrop, putting pain on display.
A broken world
A perfect savior
A reminder that I’m stuck here and He’s somewhere out there
Glass pieces threatening my bare feet
A place that’s too fragile
A God that’s stronger than anything
A love that’s soft yet withstanding
A season of joy mixed with a reminder of pain
Because I’m still here and He’s yet to return
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