Isaiah 64:8 – Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. (NIV)
Any who have driven north from Orillia, Ontario, Canada, on Highway 11 may remember that when the road was widened, there was a spectacular rock cut through which the new road wound. High on either side of the road, the freshly exposed rock glistened in the sun like a raw wound on the landscape.
I drove through there a couple of weeks ago. I was hard pressed to realize that I was driving by that rock cut. The rocks were weathered and dull, and trees and greenery were growing on and over them.
As one looked at it, the rocks had no appearance of being "made into this image". They looked as if they had been in this state for hundreds of years.
It made me think. We often have times in our lives when we feel wounded, sore and exposed — like that fresh rock cut. Everything seems to be raw and glistening and out where people can see our hurt.
As the years pass and God works in us and with us, our cut and exposed edges are covered, and we show only the results of the work of God. People no longer see what we have been through to become the person we are today.
I think that this song by Gloria Gaither sums up what I have been trying to say:
- Something beautiful, something good;
All my confusion He understood.
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife,
But He made something beautiful of my life.
- "Something Beautiful" ©1971 by William J. Gaither
Prayer: Father, we thank You that we can come to You with our raw edges exposed, with all our confusions and brokenness and that from it You will make something beautiful. Amen.