Last Sunday morning Pastor Boyle brought a message that asked the question, "What will you do when you are spoiled?" Knowing that here spoiled means plundered he gave us scriptures and reasons as to why we allow ourselves to be spoiled; why our lives become the mix of turmoil, confusion, and pain, that they are.

Near the end of the message Pastor mentioned that we can bring the broken pieces, all of them, to God for the mending and repair that only He can provide.

When he said this I saw myself before God with hands full of broken pieces, asking once again for His help. I was reminded too, of a poem that I read many years ago. It’s called Broken Dreams and though the author is unknown I believe the words hold a valuable lesson. Let me quote it for you.

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,

I brought my broken dreams to God because He was my Friend.

But then instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried, "How can You be so slow?"

"My child," He said, "What could I do? You never did let go."

I cannot count the times I have stood before God with my hands full of broken pieces, asking for His help. It may have been a broken dream as the poem says, or maybe it was my heart that was broken. Was it a relationship with a friend, or child? Could it have been that sin had allowed my life to become unmanageable, shattering in pieces around me? I knew that whatever was broken, I could take the pieces to God, knowing He could work a miracle and make it right. I knew too, that I must let go; that He can’t work with my hands in the way.

It’s a blessing to know that God repairs the broken, when I give Him all the pieces.