We live on an adorable cobblestone road (hence the business name). Since I can remember I’ve always loved them, something about them immediately takes me back to the reality that these streets used to be old, and real. They aren’t just smothered in a layer of suffocating blacktop, they are pieced together with bricks.
The other day – as I drag (yes…the appropriate word) my entire brood home from school in the mini-van, our oldest mentioned the cobblestone roads and how much he loves them. “What do you like about them bud?”, I asked, to which he replied something that God used over and over again in my own heart. “I like that stuff can grow through it, in between the cracks.”
Fast forward to the next day as I’m rushing out the door again and feeling overwhelmed. The car seat is heavy, my heart is heavier, the bags under my eyes win the prize. I hurriedly push the buttons on the car remote to open the doors- limiting the time all the rest of the family has to stand in the cold before they hop into the car and I close all the doors. I take a pause for a moment with all the doors to the van closed, and let the cold hit my face. “Lord- I feel cracked.” At that moment I look down to our sweet little cobblestone street and see the green buds peek through the cracks.
“You are, but there is new life in the cracks.”
Those places where we are weak, the places of need, the exhausted, tired and broken places- those are the places we meet God. Those are the places He works, and grows and brings green buds of new.
What are your cracks? The lunch you forgot to pack, the meeting you completely spaced, the stupid text you sent before thinking, the time you lost your temper (again)? Or is it jealously, addiction, divorce, anxiety, depression?
Whatever they are- they are not your defining moments but are an invitation- to the Lord. Bring them to him minute by minute and offer them up. He is a grower. The cracks aren’t just cracks to Him- they’re chances for new life to be born.