2nd May 2014
One little Piggy
When I was about seven my mum and dad took me into our local branch of Natwest to open a children’s savings account. Anyone over a certain age will remember that as you saved up with Natwest you were rewarded with piggy banks until you had a whole family.
Well I didn’t save that much so only had two, but my favourite was the first one you get, the baby. One day I decided to count the money in my piggy bank, after climbing up to reach it from the top shelf I tossed it onto my bed while I climbed down. Unfortunately my bed wasn’t as soft as I thought and my money box smashed into tiny pieces.
Well my dad, he can fix anything, and seeing the tears in my eyes he carefully gathered the pieces up and painstakingly glued my money box back together. I still have it to this day.
Those Natwest piggies are worth a pretty penny today, but not mine. It’s not in mint condition, you can see all the cracks where it’s glued together on the back. But you know what, I don’t care, I wouldn’t part with it anyway. It’s one of my most treasured possessions. Not only because it reminds me of my childhood but it reminds me of the love and care with which my father ever so gently put it back together.
Some days I feel a bit like that piggy, like I’ve been smashed to tiny pieces, but that my heavenly father has ever so gently picked me up, and with love and care put me back together. I may not be in ‘mint condition’ I may have scars from being broken, but I am treasured and loved by God. And unlike my piggy I think when God puts us back together he doesn’t just hold our fractures together with super glue, but he rebuilds, he forms a new creation, better and stronger than before, even more beautiful and precious .
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds”
Psalm 147:3
How awesome is God!
