God's Work of Art

I went to church today and the message was all about how God takes us in our brokenness and makes us into a masterpiece, and how that was made possible through the broken body of Jesus.

I had never thought of myself as particularly broken, but I suppose in many ways I am. What the sermon really caused me to think about was my grandmother and the way that Alzheimer's disease broke her body and mind. It's only natural that I would have cause to remember my grandma on Easter Sunday, because absolutely every memory of Easter involves her in some way. In fact, she was the very first person to tell me about Jesus and what Easter signifies. This is the first year without her, and I didn't expect it to be so hard...

Back to the theme of brokenness...as my grandmother was broken, God worked through her to open my eyes to His love for me. This Easter was the first year that I truly could say that out of brokenness, God has created a masterpiece in me. And I know that my grandmother is smiling down at His handiwork right this minute.