"Something beautiful, something good. All my confusions He understood. All I had to offer Him was brokeness and strife, but He made something beautiful, of my life."
The words penned by Bill and Gloria Gaither speak volumes. We all come to a point in our lives where we question our very existence and wonder what our purpose is. We feel that the years behind us have been futile and the years ahead are nothing more than days to be gotten through. That isn't life. That isn't living. I'm not even sure it's an existence. I know, because I've been there the past few years.
That all ended though the Sunday before Christmas. God took that last piece of my heart that the walls hadn't closed up yet and He made it all new. He fixed the broken and shattered pieces, He put life into what had become a shell. He restored the joy of a woman who had almost forgotten how to smile.
I had tried to carry those things all on my own, those things I thought I had to handle. I thought they were all MY problems and I should take care of them on my own. All I accomplished was to burden myself and my life with a weight that wasn't meant for me, and in the process, I almost destroyed myself.
God used a 12 year old granddaughter who asked me to come see her in the Christmas play, to get me to church that Sunday, and I'm so thankful He did. God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.
Is life perfect? Of course not, after all, I am still on this earth. Is life good? Yes it is! He took those burdens from me, and He reminded me this week that there is no prayer God can't answer. I'm trusting Him.