Stained glass. It’s beautiful, right? Absolutely stunning when the light catches it.
My life is shattered pieces of glass. There are so many different colors, textures, and shapes. Right now, it is a bit of a mess.
Is there redemption for the broken pieces? I think that I believe that there is hope. Will the broken pieces some day be more beautiful than they would have been had they not been shattered? Well, I do like stained glass.
One day, I will be hanging in the window, a conduit of light, with the myriad of colors casting a warm glow into the world. Redemption will be evident.
Until then, I am trusting God with the broken pieces.