A new driver, my dad let me drive the family home from the State Fair in our Aerostar minivan. We got in some traffic, and I was going a little too fast for the situation. At the moment that I realized I needed to stop my dad was pressing his feet like he was braking. Unfortunately, for me, for him, for the windshield, my dad was resting his feet on the dashboard. He yelled, “Stop! Brake!” I did, and then—CRACK! Broken. It was broken—a web-like crack across the length of the windshield.
Melancholy types, my dad and I were silent. My dad was trying to keep a lid on his anger, I was trying to keep a lid on the tears, and my mom and sister were doing all they could to keep from laughing.
I’m just glad that when I am broken– torn in two by this and that; Jesus holds it all together, and fits the pieces back together.
…. but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe – people and things, animals and atoms – get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the Cross. Colossians 1:20 (MSG)
I’m joining Lisa Jo Baker at her Facebook page today for the Five Minute Friday challenge. Freely writing without editing or correcting for five minutes. Today the prompt is– Broken.