I’m a little slow.
D had a ridiculous meltdown last night. Last night my reactions was “seriously?!?!” This morning, the pieces came together and I was like “wow!”
Last night I was in my bathroom taking off my bracelets and one broke. I’ve had this particular one for years but didn’t start wearing it till we moved to Austin. My whole theory on clothes has changed since moving here because my new moto is “I live in Austin, my clothes don’t have to match.” This thinking has also spilled over to my jewelry because I wear a massive green Hello Somebody watch, an orange World Vision rubber bracelete, and a sterling silver bracelet on my left wrist and 3, well now 2, random costume jewelry braceletes and a black hair band on the right wrist every day….rabbit trail, sorry.
When my bracelet broke I must have voiced my disappointment or something because Danica came in and asked what’s wrong. I told her my bracelet broke and now I have to throw it away. I knew what she was thinking so I immediately said “it’s broken, we throw broken stuff away.” She said ok and left. She got to thinking and came back a minute later and asked what happens to the trash after the men come and take it.
Like I said, I’m slow. I SHOULD have seen where this was going but I didn’t. I walked into this blindly.
I told her stuff goes to the dump which is a big hole in the ground. We throw trash bags into the hole and it’s nasty and smelly and disgusting there. Then when it’s gets full, we burry the trash in sand and start all over again. The stuff on the bottom is under so much pressure it breaks.
This was the WRONG THING TO SAY!!!!!!
She immediately burst into tears and for the next 10 minutes, not exaggerating, I heard “I don’t want it to break again! I love that bracelet! It’s so cute! Purple is one of my favorite colors! I didn’t even get to tell it goodbye!” My response was “Get over it. It’s broken. I throw broken stuff away.”
Good thing that’s not God’s response. We are ALL broken. We live in a broken world; yet He doesn’t throw us away.
This past weekend I was fortunate enough to be in the same room as Sheila Walsh, again. I…love…her. Everything she says is brilliant and it’s said in a Scottish accent which makes it 10 times more brilliant!!
Sheila grew up in a lambing community and shared this sweet story about sheppards and lambs:
When a lamb is born, the mamma instantly decides if she is going to keep or reject it. The rejected lambs are called “Bummer Lambs” and if not taken care of they will die. They won’t die from starvation, but from a broken heart. To prevent this, the sheppard takes the lamb and loves on it as well as feed it. He literally hugs it, holds it close to his heart and talks to it. When the bummer lamb is strong enough, it goes back to live with the other sheep. When the sheppard is shepparding, or whatever its called, and calls out to the sheep, the bummer lambs are the first to come.
Because they know him. They have experienced his life saving love first hand. They know his voice and they trust him. Their own mom rejected them but he took over. They are alive because of him.
Jesus is called “The Good Sheppard.” He wasn’t a sheppard, he was a carpenter. He is called “The Good Sheppard” because of His life saving love He has for us. We are all broken and rejected yet He doesn’t throw us away. He embraces us even more. We are alive because of Him.
The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. – Psalm 34:18 NIV
I pray you always remember you are loved.
Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.