Angel With a Broken Wing
Thank you for praying for me.
Over the past few days I have felt God calling me to do something completely radical. The thing that has been holding me back is trust.
I thought that I trusted that God was in control.
I was wrong. As I felt this tug, I discovered my insecurity. I realize I don’t trust Him enough.
Two days ago, I pulled out a box to get something. In that box I found something I had not seen in years.
It was an angel with a broken wing.
Last time I saw her, her wings were intact. I do not know where her other wing went. But that angel was a very emotional reminder.
She belonged to my grandmother. From all appearances, she looks like just a figurine. But she is, in fact, a music box that plays Brahms’ Lullaby.
When my grandmother was alive, she used to wind the angel and play it for me and say that someday that figurine would be mine.
About 5 years later, my Mother had taken some things out of my grandmother’s home after her passing. I looked in the box, and there was the angel.
“You aren’t giving this away,” I said to her. “Mammau said she was supposed to be mine.”
“What does it matter,” Mom replied. The angel doesn’t even work anymore. “I wound her up and she didn’t budge.”
I took the angel and wound her up again. The angel began to play perfectly. My mother and I began to cry. That angel was meant for me.
Sometimes the thing God asks us to do doesn’t make sense to anyone else. But when applied directly to us, it is His perfection precisely FOR US.
That’s what Jesus is…PERFECTION for us.
That’s what I’m called to do. Radically obey Him….radically trust him.
Broken wings and all.
Merry Christmas to you and your family.