Pieces

Last Sunday, Pastor prayed that we would recommit our hearts to God.   It seemed that I didn’t have much to give; just pieces of a broken heart.  Pieces of broken dreams, broken vision, disappointments, inadequacies, regrets.  I didn’t want to give the Creator of the miraculous such an unworthy, imperfect gift.  Doesn’t He deserve the best?  I felt like the Littlest Angel from one of my favorite Christmas stories. The Littlest Angel had nothing to give the newborn King but a few pieces in a box.

Then Pastor prayed that our heart would burn for God.  A scene broke out on the screen of my mind.  I saw fire melting and welding the pieces together making new out of broken.  David knew this well as he cried out ‘Lord, create in me a new heart’.  The man after God’s own heart only had broken pieces from a life of mistakes and inadequacies Yet, David’s heart yearned to be in the presence of God and God yearned for Him. Holy companionship.

Could it be that it’s the pieces that God really wants?  Pieces of brokenness that finally convince us that we can’t do this life without Him.  Could it be His Grace when the pieces come crashing down?  So yes, Lord, here’s my heart of broken pieces.  Burn heart, burn.