I was speed-cleaning tonight to Mumford & Sons, when my elbow bumped a wine glass on the counter. I watched in slow-motion as it flew off the counter and shattered on my kitchen floor. Can you guess the instant feeling that came over me?
Hubs came home and went to bed before dinner tonight. His last six weeks at work have been demanding, to say the least, and we haven't been seeing much of him. Stress levels have been high in our house. I put the kids to bed shortly after dinner tonight, and set to work trying to reconfigure some semblance of domestic order. Unpacking the remaining groceries. Dishes. Laundry. TOYS. Mail. Mountains of paper. Then, mid-action, the delicate wine glass flies off the kitchen counter and my flurry of activity pauses for the crash. Such a delicate tinkling of thin glass and liquid. Relief. Because everyone else was asleep. I didn't need to partition-off the danger zone for my curious two year-old. I didn't need to explain anything to anyone. I could simply experience the broken glass, the cool spray of wine on my ankles, and take a deep breath.
All is well. I needed to mop anyway.
So I took a minute to admire the beauty of the clear pieces of glass. Perfectly broken; reflecting the light from above.
Isn't that such a symbolic picture of us?
Beautifully broken. All we can do is reflect the Light from above.
"Anyone who falls on this stone will be broken to pieces; anyone on whom it falls will be crushed.” -Matthew 21:44
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