Hope is secured in the breaking of a robin's egg.

Hope is secured in the breaking of a robin’s egg.

Like the robin’s egg encased in celestial blue lying at the base of the tree, so my dreams and  purposes lay scattered at the foot of the cross.


Out of plan.

In danger of death.

The young girl with beribboned  braids and a smattering of freckles gently scooped the fragile life into her hands and carried it to her father. They placed the egg in a shoebox laden with fleece and warmed by the radiant light of a lamp and waited —

Waited and watched expectantly for the appointed time of new life.

In child-like faith I recently scooped up the fragile pieces of my shattered life, and carried them to my Father. I placed them in His capable hands — put my hope in Him — and trusted Him to guard and resurrect my life.

Warmth from the brilliant light of His Presence infused my weary spirit. I lay upon the soft fleece of the Lamb who died that I might live. And I rested. And waited —

Waited expectantly for the appointed time of new life.

Waited for my hope to manifest with renewed purpose because of the goodness of our God.

After many days of tender, vigilant care, the robin’s egg began to break open, allowing the life within to emerge. Without the breaking of its shell, the bird would never lift its wings to fly. Its song would never be heard.

After many days in my Father’s tender, vigilant care, I too began to emerge through the broken places, following the sound of His voice, breathing in His breath of life. If I did not embrace the breaking I could not lift my wings to fly or lift my voice in praise to the One who loves me.

Why am I discouraged?
    Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
    I will praise him again—
    my Savior and my God!

Now I am deeply discouraged,
    but I will remember you—
even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,
    from the land of Mount Mizar.
I hear the tumult of the raging seas
    as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.
But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me,
    and through each night I sing his songs,
    praying to God who gives me life.

~ Psalm 42:5-8, NLT

In the midst of the broken, will you place your hope in the Father’s capable hands? Will you trust Him to keep you secure and comforted until the appointed time for new life — new beginnings? Will you willingly emerge through the broken places by following the sound of His voice?

Bring the fragile pieces of a shattered life to Him.

He is a good God, worthy of our praise.