designnarrative

So notice the little aqua box.  Please don’t notice the white walls (we’re painting this weekend-whoo hoo!) or the lamps that I’m over but haven’t found replacements for yet.  Back to the box- bought at a yard sale from a widow cleaning out her late husband’s tools.  It was gunky and I have no need for a tool box but it spoke to me.  I loved the color and the worn patches that gave it such character.  Enter in God, moving through two friends who shared their lives with me this week, and the box took on new meaning.  My friends shared heart ache and pain and most of all God’s grace moving in their deep hurt.  I am learning, slowly but learning, that God wastes nothing.  This time of year is a little tricky for me.  If you knew me then, think summer 2003.  I don’t have all or even many of the answers but I know that the worn, broken parts of our lives allow God’s grace to shine through when we are real and open.  That’s a little of my story.  A little of why I named the shop design narrative.  God is weaving his narrative through all our stories-sometimes all the more through the broken, worn pieces.  Isaiah 61:1-3.