A few months ago I posted a blog called “Brokenness Shielded” about my woes of accidently shattering the screen of my iPad….and then some. This post could be called “Part 2” of that one because of the sentiment here. But my creativity kicked in and I chose to title it, “Passing Glass”.
A friend shared with us the adventures of her dog. For those who know me I love stories, but dogs…not so much. However, one of these stories pulled me into a deeper place so I had to write about it.
My friend had made a pan of dessert bars and put them in a glass 9×13 pan. She set it on the counter to cool so when she returned from her meeting, it would be ready to serve. However, when she returned home later that day, it was nowhere to be found. She noticed what looked like ice chunks on the floor of her kitchen. But as she took a closer look it wasn’t ice, it was glass. She soon realized it was remnants of her baking dish. As she turned to look at the dog (since he had a history of devouring inedibles), she noticed a small trickle of blood on the side of his mouth.
“WHAT ARE YOU EATING?” (Famous Words of a Pet Owner)
Busted. The dog was caught red-pawed. The dog had pulled the pan off from the counter and eaten the bars and most of the shattered glass pan in her absence. I still shudder at the thought of the incident.
While at the Vet, my friend was certain that the dog would have to be put to sleep because of the potential damage the crunched and shattered glass was going to produce inside his body. But to her amazement, the Vet assured her that increasing fiber in the dog’s diet should help it pass. What? More fiber for the dog provides comfort for the owner – that “this too shall pass”. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist!!)
Shattered glass – eaten and processed inside a dog’s stomach! I wondered why and how the glass didn’t shred the lining of the dog’s stomach or other organs the glass came in contact with? It could have been deadly. How was the dog protected? In my sanctified imagination I wondered if the glass somehow turned into “beach glass” or perhaps dogs really do have “steel stomachs”?
This image of crunched and shattered glass inside the dog reminds me of my own brokenness. The reality is that brokenness still lives inside me. Although I am often reminded of it, it doesn’t have the power over me as it did so many years ago. The Power of God and His healing in my life has given me the ability to genuinely embrace the attitude that “this too shall pass,” especially when I come into a situation that triggers those old wounds that are now just scars and memories.
The real question is this: How does one live with such brokenness inside without letting it shred them?
Nothing more, nothing less. He is ALL we need to go on living. He died so we could live. (John 10:10). It is by His wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5, says it the best, “But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed.” (See also 1Peter 2:24, Psalm 147:3)
In some seasons of my life this verse has been a bit of a wake-up call for me.
Psalm 38:5, “my wounds fester and are loathsome because of my sinful folly”.
As I have learned more about my brokenness and how God has healed the old and broken parts of me, He continues to reveal new and deeper parts of me that need attention.
He has shown me that His blood has washed over those pieces and softened their edges. He has also strengthened my heart and soul to endure those situations that threaten my existence. Perhaps carrying our brokenness inside us could mean we are living a dog’s life…..for what it’s worth, “this too shall pass”.
What is shattered in your life that threatens you?
Do you shudder at the thought of your brokenness?
Does it move you closer to OR further away from the Cross?
Thank you for joining me on this journey. Looking forward to hearing about yours!!