Last night I received an unexpected gift, it’s a gift I will never display, a gift I will never use, in fact it’s a gift no one will ever use again, but a gift that I was overwhelmed to receive, a gift I will never forget.
In a way it doesn’t seem right to call it a gift, I guess you can call it a gesture, both a token of thanks and a goodbye to the giver’s old world, banishing part of a painful temptation from within their life, releasing them from a dangerous burden.
It’s only a small box with an assortment of items and a note of thanks, a box of everyday items that tortured a young soul, but no longer, their previous owner has learnt to pray for help, learnt to admit their weakness and ask God to help them rise above it, their old habit is still haunting them, but they are fighting and it will get better.
So this random assortment of items, which were the source of so much pain and temptation have been handed over, given up, no longer needed and can cause no more harm.
You can come as you are
With all your broken pieces
And all your shameful scars
(Come As You Are by Pocket Full Of Rocks)
Our God is great, we can come as we are, with all our broken pieces and all our shameful scars, he will still love us, no matter what.