I was walking down the sidewalk with my daughter and her family, when they caught my eye.
I saw at least fifteen different globes nestled in their own rusted metal plant stands. They looked like the gaze balls you see in gardens everywhere, but they didn’t have mirrors on them. One was covered in seashells. One had little glass beads with watch faces interspersed around it. Each one was a really interesting work of art.
I started talking to the young man and woman who were selling the art on the grass by City Hall. They told me that they were selling the pieces for their grandmother. Yep. The grandma was the artist. And her medium? Chipped, broken and worn out bowling balls.
Can you believe it? Each ball, perched on it’s own metal plant stand, was a repurposed bowling ball. Ingenious, right?
Of course, I had to have one. I bought the one that was covered with glass beads, and put it in my side garden. I just love the way it looks in the sunlight. And I can relate to the story behind it too.
How many times have I felt dented, chipped and bruised by life? Not to mention rejected. Life has a way of unceremoniously dropping us on the hard ground. We become too heavily burdened for anyone to carry, so we’re quickly cast away. Getting repeatedly bounced around like that, there’s bound to be cracks.
What about being tossed into the wrong lane? Off I go, feeling like I’m flying to my goal, only to find that I’ve plopped onto an unfamiliar road. How did I get here? And sometimes, I find myself rolling backwards from the starting line, bouncing like a rubber ball. Only I’m not made of rubber.
Its easy to feel damaged and useless. Negative thoughts start seeping in…maybe God will never use me, because all those cracks and crevices don’t allow me to roll smoothly anymore.
But then I remember that when I’m at my weakest, my Father comes to help me. He tenderly picks me up from the cold, hard ground. Then He begins to work.
Like the smooth, sealing plaster the artist used, He covers all my pits and chipped places with His love and grace. Even the dented finger holes are plugged up. What a change! I am restored, round and smooth again, completely covered in His mercy and great love.
God has transformed my broken self into a new creation. Now it’s up to me to adorn my new creation with acts of love.
Every time kindness or consideration is offered to another, He adds a new and shining stone to my life. That’s how my Father will recognize me…by my works of mercy. My goal is to look just like my new garden ornament. I want to be a luminous reflection of God’s renewed and renewing love.
I hope to be a beautiful ornament in the garden of God’s creation.
When we are weak in ourselves, then we are strong in the grace of our Lord. ~2 Corinthians 12:10
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