I’m struggling with leaving the broken glass because, to me, even in its broken state I see its value just as when it was not broken.  True the value has decreased, but nonetheless it is valuable.  The labor, the thought, the construction, the production of the glass is all so priceless.  I love that glass, and have indeed hurt myself working with its imperfection condition.

That glass has cut me many times as I long-suffered with it; and it times, it has not harmed me at all.  It has compassionately appreciated me and gave thanks for not giving up, not sweeping it up, and not throwing it away.  I’ve seen the hues of greatness that came peeking through its cracks as we worked at putting it back together…piece by piece, cut by cut.

As it is sometimes, the glass gets weary.  It gets tired of being poked at, maneuvered, and twisted into place to be-come its whole self again.  It wars with the reconfiguration because of ‘The Pain in the Process’ to be what it is.  Selah!  However, until the glass wants to work with me and fully cooperate with me and my love for it [lest I too be-come broken], it is in my best interest to let it [the glass] be what it is – and that is broken, shattered, and in pieces.

When I LET it BE what it IS, that’s when the Master of all glass production steps in.  Every piece is so important to YAH.  Shattered and distributed everywhere, He alone knows where to go and get that one piece to make the glass whole again.

© 2010 Angela M. Smith