Stained Glass

I'm not sure how, when or where but somewhere in our lives we are sold the lie that brokenness is bad. For a lot of us it probably started long ago in our childhood when we got "the glare" for breaking grandma's china or when an angry neighbor came over to ask if we knew what happened to his broken living room window.

All our eyes see are the shattered, fragmented peices of our lives and we believe we're finished. BUT GOD sees those same peices, places them in the palm of His hand and gently melds them together with His Love, then He steps back and the Light of His Glory streams forth.... through a brand new stained glass windwow..... stained by His Blood, not our sins.