Splintered Lives

4 Apr

Splinters

Sometimes I wish things could be…easier. That the rough sharp edges of life might be worn down and made smooth. Too many times I get jabbed with

splinters that leave me raw and aching. On occasion life hurts and even when the pain is gone, scars are there. They are left to tell the story of the hard times. The rough patches.

The hard wooden cross was made from splintered lives…

And isn’t it in this rough, that we all long for more?  And when we are uncomfortable we realize, in our spirit, that this world is not all there is?

The hands and feet seared with the pain of flesh pounded to wood. 

As we approach Easter, and the celebration of the resurrection– shouldn’t we take our splintered lives, our longings for more…..

and lay them at the foot of the cross?

Splintered lives brought to Him…. to the Master Carpenter who makes all things new.

His death and resurrection are the promise–the promise of so much more for those who believe.

The sacrifice sealed with His blood.

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One Response to “Splintered Lives”

  1. Steven Sawyer April 4, 2012 at 10:25 pm #

    Excellent, excellent post and thoughts, Dawn.
    “The hard wooden cross was made from splintered lives.” — Never thought of it this way. Thanks for sharing.

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