Hell Freezes Over

Yesterday there was a blizzard in Hell.

I think God delights in making the impossible a reality just to see the look on our faces. We have convinced ourselves that we don’t put God in a box, that nothing is too hard for him, and that all things are possible through Christ who strengthens us. Then when he actually pulls off a miracle we wonder why we never saw it coming. In stunned silence we pull our jelly-jaws off the floor and walk around in dazed confusion. We scratch our heads as if we really can’t believe we just saw what we saw. If God belly-laughs, this would probably be the time when he’s in stitches.

Yesterday I saw things I never thought I would ever see again. Today I am still sitting in stunned, dazed appreciation of a God who was crammed into a tiny box labeled Omnipotent only days ago. He blew the lid off that box and the pieces are scattered all around my life like beautiful, tiny confetti.

What I have learned during the last few days is that God is a God of restoration, of healing, and forgiveness. While our hearts are healing from the hurt, he is frantically gluing the fragments of our shattered lives back together again piece by piece. He sits hunched over the mess of us, painstakingly reattaching each shard by hand. His new creation looks nothing like the original masterpiece. It’s better.

Take a good look at the wayward child, the cheating husband, the home with the foreclosed sign. Do you see all the potential? Underneath the rubble and uncertainty can you see fulfilled dreams and kept promises? I can. Guess what? God can too.

Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.