Me: Hey God.
God: Hey John.
Me: Can you make me into a new person?
God: Nope.
Me: Okay – let me try again. Can you PLEASE make me into a new person?
God: Nope.
Me: Why not?
God: Because you haven’t tried being the person I created you to be yet.
Me: But that person is broken. I have so many holes in my heart.
God: So do all of my favorite musical instruments!
Me: What?
God: Make your brokenness into a song.
Thus begins yet another of John Roedel’s amazing writings. It goes on for quite a bit longer, but it’s well worth reading.
Another phrase that really spoke to me is:
I’m not a new creation
I’m an ancient song
I’ve been a woodwind
instrument of the divine all along
And:
oh my love,
take my hand
and listen to
hope turn my heart
into a flute
Okay, I’ll stop now, before I end up copying the entire poem into this blog post!