Our Ways Are Not His Ways...

I am reminded today of my Grandma's hand. She was born without fingers on her left hand.
I have an image of her going up to heaven like this:

God says to Grandma, "Here are all your tears that you have cried thought out your life in these two buckets. All your pain and sorrow... all your joy and laughter. You are to carry them to me on your way up."

Grandma takes the buckets. Each in one hand,. She gets to heaven and hands the Lord the buckets but the one from her left hand was almost empty because she didn't have the strength to hold it upright and was pouring it out all the way to heaven! She says "Father, I am so sorry. I couldn't carry the other bucket upright and spilled most of the tears out on the way." The Lord says, "That was my plan. Look behind you"... all the way to heaven was a path of beautiful flowers that lined the path to heaven from her imperfect hand. Her tears were watering his seeds. God makes beauty from ashes.

Psalm 40:2 says:
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mere, he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
Isiah 64:8 says:
"Lord,  you are our Father, we are the clay, you are the potter, we are the work of your hands."

Next time there is a trial in your life, and you think the crack will never heal, maybe it isn't suppose to. Maybe God will use that crack for a greater purpose.

Our ways are not His ways.
His plan is unfolding perfectly ... and you're a part of it!