Broken Dreams

Mosaics contain broken pieces of other vessels to create breath-takingly beautiful pictures.  These pieces do not look like much individually, but in the hands of an artist they are joined to create a masterpiece, one that takes time and patience to perfect.  But where do these pieces come from?

In my life, I think God gets these pieces from broken dreams.  Whatever dreams I have constructed of various materials are not grand enough for the Master Artist’s conception; He must shatter them in order to use the pieces as He sees fit.  And to battle with the Artist over the pieces and try to put them back together how they were originally is pointless; not only will the dream be cracked and imperfect, it will be leaky and useless.  Oh, how I want to rush out and buy some super-glue in the hopes of fixing what I have held onto for so long!  This dream encompasses blood, sweat and tears (SO many tears)—how can I relinquish it from my grasp?  Yet what if I do?  What if I abandon the useless shards and allow God to rework them into a new dream, a better dream, a dream worthy of display in any gallery?  For as many tears as I shed over my broken, imperfect dream, Jesus weeps more as he cleans up the mess and repurposes the remains.  How can I settle for my limited, close-up perspective when God can envision the whole picture and every broken piece that is needed to complete it?

Jesus, would you weep with me while you gather up these pieces and use them for your grand mosaic?