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Minister
Francine Herrington |
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THE PUZZLE I felt my heart shattering into pieces that looked like a
jigsaw puzzle. Somehow I knew that
this was not the end. There must be a
way to put it back together; however I must find a way to do it. I sat down and looked at what was before
me. “Lord” I whispered, “How do I do
this?” I hear Him speaking to me.
“Look at each piece carefully and as you examine them you will know
where they fit.” In response, I picked up the first piece and it seemed as
though something magical took me to the past. I saw myself as a little child standing in a dark
basement. I’m holding myself and shaking. “Please God, don’t let anything touch me.”
I whisper. I’m only 7 years old and I
don’t want anything bad to happen to me.
I put the piece down on my left side thinking, “That poor little girl,
I wish someone
would have been there to help her. The same voice says, “I was there but you didn’t see me. “ I pick up the next piece and study it. I wonder, “Where is this one going to take
me.” I suddenly see myself in bed
while my father is beating my sister.
I pretend that I am sleeping. “Oh
no! She passed out! “I silently cry out.
I see him pouring water on her.
“No, it can’t be!” He’s beating
her again. I am thankful that he never beat me and I don’t blame my
sister for hating me. She didn’t
understand that it wasn’t my fault. I
didn’t do anything to provoke him into beating her. “Do you believe me Lord? Can you understand
why I ran away from home? I just
couldn’t stand what was happening round me.
There was so much pain. Why did
this happen?” “Child” I hear Him say, “You are not ready to hear what really
happened. The day will come when you
will understand all this.” I shake my
head for I am perplexed. “Take a deep
breath and forget this for now. I say
this in your best interest. “Is it OK if I go on?” I ask “Of course! You do want
to put the pieces back together don’t you?”
He asks “Yes!” I eagerly reply, “But what about the one that you told
me to ignore?” “Don’t
worry.” He says, “I’ve got you covered. I pick up a long piece that has several jagged edges. “What’s
this?” I ask “Examine the edges.
They represent the times that you walked away from Me when you
searched for love. You found yourself
in deep pain every time you thought you found a man who would really love
you.” I start to cry. “Yes,
it’s true, I suffered through each relationship. “I was there all the time but you didn’t believe Me.” I see a
light coming towards me and I’m afraid.
“What’s this Lord? I’m
afraid.” I shield my eyes with my
hands. “I am sending you my Holy Spirit who will give you the
strength to go on. The truth will set
you free. I feel warmth enter my body and breathe the light’s sweet
perfume. I feel at peace for I know
that I’ve been forgiven. I close my
eyes and thank Him for His gift.
“Shall I go on and pick up the rest of the pieces? I ask. He urges me to open my eyes. I am shocked to see that there are no more pieces. “Did You do this?” I ask Him. “I gave you a new
heart. I forgive you because you came
to Me in your darkest hour.” “When was that? I don’t remember,” I tell Him “It was the day that you told Me that even though you were
hurting you would continue to praise Me.
You said, ‘Who else can I praise?
There is no one but You. Please
forgive me for running away from You.’
You touched My heart and I sent My angels to surround you in your
pain. I showed you how to start over
again.” “I remember.” I answer, Yes, I remember.” Minister
Francine Herrington |
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