Shards of Life
"Shards"
A shard is what's referred to as a broken piece of pottery, specifically broken glass. That was the word I heard as a picture of myself sitting on the floor with shards laying in front of me, a lot like a child looking at a broken toy. For me, these shards represented missed opportunities, poor choices, failures, parts of my life.
Like viewing a scene through a window, I wondered why I saw this picture? At the same time, I felt Papa beside me also looking at the shards. I love it when He makes Himself known; it feels a lot like finding yourself warmed by rays of sunlight that have slipped through a window. But, I could feel His grief, it joined with mine.
"It's not the choices and failures I am grieving." He spoke as He does: directly into my soul. My head came up as I waited. It's your heart's beliefs. It's those beliefs that drive you to make those choices. The lies you believe about Me, yourself, and others that grieve Me, it is the lies you believe about you.
Profound silence followed, the picture disappeared. He did not.
Since this moment, I don't see my choices so much as I see the lie or beliefs behind them. It's not so much about making wrong or right or best or better choices. It's about living out of a heart that knows it is loved and can trust the One who brings beauty from ashes. If you are reading this maybe it's resonating with you? I think He may be inviting you to exchange your choices based on performance and outcomes and start embracing the possibilities of what could be when your choices are based on relationship: loving Him, loving self, and loving others. Could it be that simple? Even in business? I think it can be just that simple.
