This table sits in our home and is one of the few pieces of furniture that I would never sell.  There is no other table like it in the world, for I crafted it myself from some of our broken wedding dishes that had earlier fallen into misfortune upon hitting our tile floor.  A few nights ago, while praying for a friend, God reminded me of this table.  

    

We all have broken pieces in our lives--splinters of rejection or failure, shards of heartache or loss, fragments of loneliness and unforgiveness.  But like my beautiful mosaic table, God wants to pick up those pieces and craft them into a new creation for a greater purpose.  Gluing those pieces together to recreate the original would make a plate that is no longer whole and very weak from all the cracks.  The integrity of the plate is compromised.  Yet, this is what we try to do apart from Christ and His redeeming work in our lives.  We try to put the pieces together into the only form that we’re familiar with, and we never completely heal.  But once we let God take those pieces and fashion them into something new, we become transformed.  

 

My table has now become the foundation for other plates--a testimony to what God can do in our lives if we’ll only trust His able hands to the task.