We took our son Jim, his wife Heather and their children to a pottery studio. Alyse, Miah, and Isaac decided to do mosaic birds. Mary Kay, the owner and former art teacher gathered all the supplies, gave them instructions, and then kept returning to our table to make suggestions, check on the progress, and give encouragement. I loved watching the children pick out their broken chips of pottery and glue them on their birds. The project and the teacher called forth the creativity in each child.
In Psalm 31 David said, “I have become like broken pottery…” I, too, have been like broken pottery. The spiritual healing I experienced was the work of The Divine Artist who took the broken pieces of my marriage and made it new and beautiful. The One who said all things work for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28), cared to pick up the many colored chips of my heartaches and used them to make me a songbird.
Weeping may last for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5). When that morning of restored joy arrives with the sunrise, I sing the new song He gives me.