Tattered and crumpled, he cringes in the shadows as if painfully evaluating internal wounds. Pieces lay scattered about in disarray – broken, lifeless. Their frayed edges refuse to match, let alone merge.
Surely they can be stitched together by the practiced hand of one who has successfully tackled many such injuries? Yes, of course. Needy, not hopeless.
First, darning must mend blackened, barren spots hollow with the emptiness of death. Then one step at a time the heap of unseemly fragments can begin to take shape as they are pieced and sewn together.
The Deceiver has done his work well. And yet the Master will skillfully sew this fractured human heart together with healing threads of faith, hope, and love.
Loss. Change. Process. Redemption.
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