Cradled In His Hands

I spent yesterday wired from the steroids. If only I could figure out a way to bottle all that energy and use it when I need it. After being awake for 36 hours, I finally fell asleep, only to wake up 3 hours later, feeling under the weather. Like my body is broken and mad with me. Headache from the steroids, bone pain and wicked nausea whenever I try to walk around. So, I decided to just sit in my rocker and do some mending. Normally, I don't care too much about mending but today was different. Looking down at the torn shirt, I realized that a seamstress can't mend a garment unless it is cradled in her hands. Stitch by stitch, in her hands, it is transformed from a torn, weakened garment into a new and stronger one. Sometimes the process is tedious and time consuming. But the end result is a new garment ready to be used again.

And as I sat in the chair feeling physically whipped, holding the torn shirt in my hands, I thought of how God mends our torn and broken bodies. He cradles us in His careful hands as He mends the broken pieces back together. Stitch by stitch. Sometimes it takes longer than we would like. But we know that the end result will be a new person ready to be used again.

And for now, I am content to stay cradled in His Hands. Close to Him. And draw on Him for strength and healing, until such time as He is ready for me to be used again.