If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”
Romans 10: 9
Mrs. Monroe nudged her daughter into the corridor of the meeting hall. “Shh. Come, Sweetheart.”
Her daughter glanced back one last time before allowing herself to be pulled away from the burgeoning crowd. It was the night before her wedding and she wondered what was so important that it couldn’t wait.
“Mom? Where are we going?”
Mrs. Monroe tightened her grip on Amanda’s arm and sped up.
The bride -to -be panicked. “Everyone is expecting me.”
“I know. So let’s hurry.”
They quickly rounded a corner.
“Sit over there, Amanda.” Her mom said, pointing to a seat by the window.
Frowning, Amanda sat on a bench in the abandoned lobby. Her mother sat beside her and pulled a bag from under the seat. It had been tucked, discreetly, underneath.
“It’s for you.”
“Mom, I…” Amanda’s eyes swelled as her words trailed off in emotion.
“Hurry, open it.”
“Now? Are you sure?”
Her mother nodded.
She tore into the paper as carefully as she could. The package was too pretty to completely destroy. But when she opened the box and pulled out a vase of many colors, the wrapping fell to the floor.
“Wow! Where did you get this?” she asked.
“Yes. Remember the year you broke up with…Oh, what’s his name… Greg? And remember that was the same year you failed anatomy. You also broke out in a terrible rash right before being a bridesmaid in your best friend’s wedding. It was a tough year. You slammed a plate on the floor out of frustration. And then, inadvertently knocked over another plate and a cup.” Her mom chuckled. “Our kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off.”
“I remember. How could I forget.” Amanda’s eyes looked sad as she replayed one of the worst years of her life. Finally, she sighed. “What’s your point, mom?”
“My point is that these are the dishes you broke.” Mrs. Monroe took the vase out of her hands and held it up. Proud. “I made a mosaic from them.”
She stooped down and placed her hand in her daughter’s.
I wanted you to always remember that no matter how broken your life feels at the moment, God can turn the shards into something beautiful. It may not look like it did before but it will be beautiful nonetheless.”
The light of understanding filled Amanda’s eyes. “Oh, mom. I don’t know what to say.”
“Sweetheart, you are going to be married by this time tomorrow. Some things will be better than you imagined. Some things worse. When you want to give up, remember that God can make something new out of your brokenness. Use this to remind yourself of his grace and mercy.” Her mom giggled. “You will especially need this when you become a mother. Trust me.”
Amanda stood up. Her large brown eyes heavy with unshed tears. “Oh, mom, I love you.”
Catching her daughter in a tender embrace she whispered in Amanda’s ear. “Let’s get you back to the dinner. A very special young man is waiting for you. I love you too, sweetheart.”
Shoulder to shoulder, they returned to the banquet hall at a pace much slower than before. This time, they wore smiles born of tender secrets as they proudly carried the mosaic of Amanda’s trials and triumphs between them.
“This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118: 24
Today, we are the creative work of God.
If prayer is woven inextricably into the fabric of our lives, our 24 hours were not left up to chance, happenstance, our fickle whims, nor the diabolical schemes of the devil.
God’s purposes for our lives are unfolding day by day. They are being perfected minute by minute until we reach our ultimate destination… perfection in the name and image of His Son, Jesus Christ.
Through our passionate prayers, we co- labor with our Heavenly Father to the extent, that we can look at the dawn of each new day and declare as the Psalmist did,
This is the LORD’s doing, and it is wonderful to see. -Psalm 118:23