There aren’t supposed to be glass beaches in the world.
Before we all went properly Greta Thunberg (as we all properly should be), folks dumped glass junk offshore and for decades waves thumped and washed and pounded it all into smooth pebbles.
Incredibly beautiful, tourist-attracting, beaches full of shimmering nuggets.
Glass beaches are rubbish-meets-redemption.
So I’ll be to praying for you every day this month.
If your windows of opportunity haven’t just closed, they’ve been shattered –
If you’ve spent the year hiding behind the cracked and tinted glass of I’m-Fine-Everything’s-Great –
If your already brittle life has been smashed by someone else and in picking up the serrated edges of all-you’ve-got-left you’ve become lethal to others –
If you’ve tried to break through a glass ceiling and the shards have cut and stuck –
I pray the waves of God’s Word would wash over your broken bits and make a glass beach of you. I pray that, come Christmas, each jagged point of pain would be turned to smooth iridescence.
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Wishing you the BEST weekend, friend. Go Bokke!
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