Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.
There’s more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we’re never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can’t round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit!
~ Romans 5:3-4
Isn’t this beautiful? the contrast of the rising flames against the varied color blues for sky and sea or whatever thoughts are drawn from its viewing. We pay little attention to the lead, or foil or copper that holds the glass in place. We do pay attention to the light and its effect on the glass at different times of day.
Note that the pattern pieces here are not even. Each jagged or uneven piece adds to the uniqueness of the whole picture, but when you see the piece separate from the window, it is hard to imagine just how it is going to fit together. The panels have to be cut, using special oil on the cutting tool, they are cut from the bottom of the glass up, burnished, wrapped with copper foil, soldered and eventually, pieced together.
And so it is with the trials, temptations, troubles, brokenness. We cannot see where they fit in the prayers of our lives, we cannot know just where the Lord is going to shine through. We don’t always get to see what we look like when the light is shining through us, we just know we were placed in a particular spot for God’s purposes.
Today, as you find the broken pieces, decry the grindstone as it runs up against the rough edges, praise God for the light that is shining through, praise God for the solder, the foil, the flux that holds it all together, that it will form a complete picture that reflects God’s glory.
Because of Him,