Therefore, it has been sitting in my ever-so-small kitchen for the past couple of months (waiting patiently to be fixed). I knew what the problem was. It was a broken belt. But I was unable to fix it on my own and my pride and lack of finances refused to remedy the situation.
This is how I am (far too many times than I would like to admit) with my heart. Complacent. Weak and prideful all at the same time. Unwilling to be transformed. But like the broken washer, my heart stares at me day in and day out--waiting, hoping, expecting to be repaired.
This week, there was forgiveness. Not only for those that were around who had hurt me, but also myself. Life orchestrated itself this week. Life blew up in my face and I was given an opportunity to fester or to allow LOVE to repair all the mess around me. I chose LOVE this time. It wasn't a planned choice, but a spontaneous action--only orchestrated by a Father who knows and loves me more than I could imagine.
The washer was repaired (for free)! My heart was repaired (by grace)! And the hearts of those around me were repaired as well.
Like the spinning washer, I am a work in progress. And so, I will spin--focused on the One who is able to handle every situation.
Forever thankful and living in the day...
Until next week.
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