In my morning quiet time yesterday I was reading a devotional by Diana Derringer in The Secret Place and was inspired by her final thought: “Messes become masterpieces in our Creator’s hands!” That line of hers led me on a journey to write this week’s poem. I hope it will be a blessing to you as well.
Messes Become Miracles
The dove whose nest the serpent robbed While sleeping in the wood Still sings her song at sunrise Though no one thinks she should
And messes become miracles In our Creator’s hands Neither sorrows, nor our sufferings Change His Almighty plans
For by His wounds our healing comes And His sufferings took our sins So by those hands once pierced with nails He leads us home to Him!
This past Sunday, we closed out the July 4th weekend with the classic songs, The Battle Hymn of the Republic and God Bless America. This weekend about 80% of our crowd came in from the memory care wing, and even though they don’t remember everything the way they once did, they do know all the words to these hymns. They sing with such joy that their voices give joy and hope to everyone who hears. They remind me of Bartimaeus who If there was anyone who should have given up hope, it would have been him. He was a blind beggar and, no one would have recommended this guy to be a motivational speaker on hope. First off, his hope of a career, a family and a comfortable lifestyle were unreachable in the society of his day. On top of that, he must have had neither friends nor family, so He simply sat alone by the side of the street begging. Yet despite all that was stacked against him, Bartimaeus had hope in one thing: the mercy of Jesus. He was sure that if he could get Jesus to listen, that there was still hope. So Bartimaeus began to shout out above the noise of the crowd, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” Soon the unhelpful bunch of folks around Bartimaeus told him to shut up and sit down. “Have you met any of them lately? Maybe you hoped they would be the ones to help out, but instead, these were the ones telling you to give up. You’re too old, too young, too weak, too stupid, and on and on. Oh, they might even be a bit more kind than Bartimaeus’ buddies, but in essence they are thinking the same thing, “Why doesn’t this fellow just give it up. There is no hope for him!” But don’t throw up your hands and walk away. Our God is the God of ALL HOPE and just as Bartimaeus was about to discover, He hasn’t ignored your cry for help. Jesus is listening. Jesus is calling you and wants to fill you with all hope if you will simply throw off all your doubts and fears and come. He is waiting for you today!
When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” Mark 10:47 NIV
When my mind grows impatient, And I’m pushed to the wall And the problems I’m facing Aren’t changing at all
Jesus teaches the waiting Through His hours on the cross Where He gave a thief mercy In His suffering and loss
Then in the sealed tomb He lay still the day As He silently waited Till Death’s stone rolled away!
I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. Psalm 40:1-2 KJV
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