glass-15696_1280Another Monday and another look and being transformed by the journey.

Today, I’d like to look at stained glass.

When I think of stained glass, I think of beautiful old church windows. The ones depicting scenes from the Bible that come to life when the sun shines through them and scatter patches of colored light across the room. Ornate depictions of lives lived long ago.

When making stained glass, different metallic oxides or minerals are added to the melted mixture to create or remove different colors. The resulting glass is now colored, yet transparent. The artist creates a pattern and cuts the glass into specific sizes and shapes. The edges are ground and the pieces arranged. Depending on the method, the glass is either wrapped with copper foil or fit into lead channels. Add heat to solder and then polish the finished product.

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Scattered pieces of glass on the table make little sense except in the mind of the artist. He is the one who sees the big picture and carefully nudges each piece into position. The process takes time as each section is cut, ground and wrapped. Did I mention the heat?

But, the finished product? Oh, so valuable. And beautiful.

What about my life? I can think of scattered fragments of different colors that individually seem insignificant and deserve only to be collected and thrown away. Yet, in the hands of the Master Craftsman, each shard is being pieced together in a pattern only He can see. One that will come to life when the light of love shines through.

I recall a time when this overachieving super-mom found herself on the couch with chronic fatigue syndrome – unable to manage a simple trip with two preschoolers to a park three blocks from home. That period of my life was wrapped in prayer and now I lead a Bible study on the topic of prayer. See a pattern?

Just over a week ago, I went to a writer’s conference. In some ways, the novel I wrote has been broken to pieces. Yet, taking the lesson of stained glass to heart, there are fragments that can be picked up, polished, and rearranged to create a different picture.

What about you? Do the broken pieces of your life fit together in a pattern?

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  • September 28, 2009 at 9:09 am
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    >Oh, what a beautiful analogy. Often we don't see what all of the fragmented pieces of our lives will be once the master craftsman puts them altogether. But we need to trust his expert creativity and know that he is using each piece to turn us into something beautiful!

  • September 28, 2009 at 10:31 am
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    >Candee,

    Just like the analogy of broken glass can be transformed into something priceless and beautiful, I too am like the glass from the sea, once thought it served no purpose at all, yet once tossed and tumbled by the oceans' waves and brought to the beach to be revealed as a whole new creation.

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

  • September 28, 2009 at 10:31 am
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    >Beautiful post. I love this transformation series, particularly this one and the one on sea glass. I just love that bits and pieces of all our experiences build us up to be the people we are, amazing and unique creatures of God.

  • September 28, 2009 at 1:16 pm
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    >Oh, I see what you're saying here. It's when you throw up your hands and shake your head, wondering how you got in this mess, but then years down the road you realize it's because of that mess, you are able to help someone else with their mess, or even a bigger mess of your own. The fragments are building blocks for God's use. He never wastes anything!

  • September 28, 2009 at 6:57 pm
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    >When I was a little girl, I wanted a penpal. As an adult, I have discovered via blogging that I can have many penpals.

    Awhile back, I had a fifteen year career as a computer programmer. It now amazes me how analyzing and interpreting requests from users back then, helps me with my writing and with keeping order in many areas of my life.

    The pieces do come together; we do come back around the circle – maybe not in the way that we expected, but the circle includes a lot of self-discovery.

    Blessings.

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