This morning as I sit here in the quiet, I reflect and pray about the things that have happened this month. The unrest, the anger, the hatred at the beginning of the month- the hard places. And then I look at the last few weeks, the prayer gathering, (unity), the pulling together of thousands as a hurricane dumps it's furry all over Texas (unity), new instructors unsure of what really lies ahead - the hard places. In all of that I am reminded of God's strength given to us, the authority we have to be peace keepers, to remind the storms of life when they come, who really is in charge. I am reminded to snuggle deeper into the Fathers arms and just abide... abide, listen, obey and rest. We were built for the hard places. Not because we lift weights of steel, but because we lift our weighted hearts to our Father and find our peace and our place. When all feels like it's falling apart and broken, God is our restorer. He wants us to cuddle up in His lap and settle our hearts so they beat in time with His.
Isaiah 54:11 says "Afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted, I will rebuild you with stones of turquoise, your foundations with lapis lazuli. I will make your battlements of rubies, your gates of sparkling stones". Sometimes the broken places is where God needs to take you. You won't reach the broken places without walking into the hard places. Our breaking is God's remaking .... into beauty.
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