That dish fell right out of my hands;
It hit the floor and shattered
Once it left my fingertips, I knew it was over
Things would never be the same
I let go instead of holding tight
Now, I hold tight instead of letting go
I pick up the few remaining pieces
And remember the way things used to be
One day, everything will be restored.
This wasn’t supposed to happen
Category: Poetry
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Is God stern and angry, or warm and kind? In a sense, He is both. He is a father who delights in His child, so He therefore disciplines His child with a rebuke (Proverbs 3:11-12). Another contemporary image is the oncologist. He is a cancer specialist who will do anything to destroy that which destroys. He will surgically cut away flesh; He will burn out cells through radiation; and He will poison them with chemotherapy. The treatment is, at times, brutal and appears cruel, but the result is profoundly life-changing and lovely. Discipline, though it often feels like a judgment that exiles and abandons us, is a labor of love that beautifies the heart through the disruptive touch of a severe mercy.
– Dan Allender, Bold Love
