My title isn’t exactly correct as the glass and frame of the family photo was not really shattered but it was badly cracked. Sure, scared the daylights out of me when it fell off the wall but I felt I could live with the glass which had cracked across its frame…no faces were disfigured.
But finally, the other day I decided to put it in the frame that usually holds my “fruit painting.” This painting was actually found in a fruit cellar in the Okanagan. There were several of them, but this one looked good enough to eat, so I took it home.
Luckily the frames were identical and there was no problem. The family photo looks at me each time I travel down the hall to the bedroom and the “fruit painting” brightens up the area across from the living room.
The interesting thing is that this fruit painting has obliterated the crack in the glass. It is so full of fruit you don’t notice the crack anymore.
I wondered what kind of a message I could take from this rather revealing fact. Perhaps sin is like that…you put enough together and soon it simply disappears from your view. Then, when you frame it with the faith, and it represents you recognize how badly you have got off track.
Sometimes we see only what we want to see.
One of my dear friends took multi-photos of my recent birthday party. She sent them to me via email. There are two I might share, but the rest reveal a much older me. The cracks and lines in my face have multiplied over the years. I hope the new frame and glass God has for me in heaven is a shade kinder.
Today I am shattered in a slightly different way. I am going to attend a funeral. The man being buried is one of my husband’s golfing buddies. Now all of them are gone. I was wondering this past week why I have been crying so easily. Of course, I say to myself. It is like burying Harry all over again. My now deceased friend was the last apple on the tree. The four of them had golfed together for fifty years.
But those days are long gone, so I guess the answer is to put myself in a new frame. I hope I can help the new widow in some way. She too is an old friend. Maybe that’s why I was widowed so early in this group of four. I have learned some valuable lessons along the way and He will use them in His plan for my life.
Photo by Bart Everson via Flickr CC 2.0
