I have this picture in my head. It’s quite beautiful really, but I’m no painter so I will do my best to give the right words so you see it too.
First of all, know that it is an image from God.
Second of all, know that it is an image of something near and dear to me.
It’s a close up. I know the whole thing is a large granite cliff face, but what I see is a very small portion of this particular rock. It’s a bit mossy; the kind of moss that grows paper-thin and bright green across the dark rock. The rock is certainly made of granite. It’s mostly dark and a bit charcoal in color, but it has strips of light quarts in it. The rock sparkles in the natural light and the quarts cuts through the dark rock as if it’s pretending to be moonlight showing through the branches of a thick tree on a quiet night. There are deep gashes and cuts in the rock. Some of them have been made suddenly and some of them have been worked by time. One gash in particular is deep enough and wide enough to have collected a bit of dirt. Out of the deep cut in rock grows something that might seem ordinary in any other place, but here it is a masterpiece. In the deepest gash of this particular part of the cliff face grows a beautiful purple flower. The flower has winded its way out a bit away from the rock and is supported by a strong, vibrant green stem sprinkled with flourishing little leaves. It’s shady here and the plant doesn’t receive a lot of sunlight, but it is so resilient and intoxicating to the noticing eye. The contrast between the wild flower and the granite is hard to look away from.
This is my heart.
I believe this is an image God has given me of my heart. When God looks at my heart this is what he sees. Or at least one way he has explained it to me. This spot in the granite rock has been worked on, gashed, and punctured through time, but it is out of these scars in the rock that the most beautiful things are able to grow. The deepest wounds collect the dirt and allow for vibrant new growth.
I don’t understand it all yet, but sometimes I see this image in my head and I know God is taking my deepest wounds or largest faults and growing something beautiful out of it. All I have to do is let him.
My hard heart has deep wounds and soft spots, and, because of a great and loving God, it has beautiful things growing in the most scarred parts.
I hold on to this image sometimes when I hurt the most because I know it is a time of new growth. Good things are happening in the cracks of this granite rock.
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