Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Of all the things God could have used to make man, He chose to use dust. Dust is much the same it’s the basic ingredient with such great potential for new life. But if the ice melts it can be poured into a beautiful form to reshape it when frozen again. If the ice stays in a cube, it will always be just a square of ice. Or we can see dust as a crucial ingredient. But what if shattering is the only way to get dust back to its basic form so that something new can be made? We can see dust as a result of an unfair breaking. We think the shattering in our lives could not possibly be for any good. No matter how shattered our circumstances may seem.ĭust is the exact ingredient God loves to use. What if, this time, God desires to make something completely brand-new? Right now. Repair this heartbreaking reality.īut what if fixing, editing, and repairing isn’t at all what God has in mind for us in this shattering? Edit this story so it has a different ending. And that the hope of God has been snuffed out by the consuming darkness all around us. That the reach of God falls just short of where we are. Dust begs us to believe the promises of God no longer apply to us.
What was once something so very precious is now reduced to nothing but weightless powder even the slightest wind could carry away. At least when things are broken there’s some hope you can glue the pieces back together.īut what if there aren’t even pieces to pick up in front of you? You can’t glue dust. But what about those times when things aren’t just broken but shattered beyond repair? Shattered to the point of dust. So it’s not surprising that things get broken in our lives as well. We live in a broken world where broken things happen. Not only was I dealing with deep personal pain, but I was experiencing firsthand the way broken people sometimes contribute to the brokenness of others. My pillow was soaked with tears of which only I knew the real source. But instead of visiting a gravesite and mourning a death, I was visiting the rumor mill and being devastated by all the theories and opinions. I was experiencing the death of my “normal life.” But people don’t have funerals for “normal.” I was dealing with extreme grief from losing the person I loved the very most in this world. And now realities and rumors were crushing me.
There are some really good people on this earth.īut others weren’t so understanding or compassionate. They were tender and helped me in ways I’ll never be able to repay. I’d kept this hell I was walking through private, telling only a few friends and counselors. And then, adding more salt to the wound, people started talking. Never had I felt more shattered and alone. But nothing like this.Īfter twenty-five years of marriage partnership, I had no choice but to tell my husband, “I love you. I’d been hurt plenty of times in my life.
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My life had gone from feeling full and whole to being obliterated beyond recognition. But the stabbing emotional hurt was so intense I could hardly breathe. I grabbed my chest while tears slipped down my cheeks in an unending stream.
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