Here is part of a little poem I wrote when I dropped a flat of eggs. It occurred to me that I am like that egg. I have so many plans in mind but God sometimes breaks them to pieces and recreates what I am up to.
But know this little egg pile, a reject some would say,
Will brighten the linoleum and shine it all the day.
Just think of lives a changing, turning on a dimes’ delight
Egg and sperm collide and both give up the fight.
They must now be a new thing, neither one would recognize;
A thing with breath and life, and legs and arms and eyes.
You did not plan to be this way. Do any plans work out?
You will not be a boiled egg. You got a new way out.
We’ve been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we’re not demoralized; we’re not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do; we’ve been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn’t left our side; we’ve been thrown down, but we haven’t broken.(2 Corinthians 4:9-10, MSG)
Prayer- Lord, where we see broken dreams and heartache, help us to see your new creation of our broken bits. Amen.
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