Sometimes I feel like a pixie fairy in a dirty mason glass. My wings are cramped and I’m claustrophobic; I start to become depressed and anxious. I feel as though my air is running out. I’ve been placed on a shelf high up away from everything else. Forgotten. Alone. Am I worth anything? Will I ever amount to much? Will I ever accomplish greatness? How can I, stuck in this glass? I rub the cold wall, desperate to create a little window , to see what lurks beyond this misery. But I can’t, it’s all from the outside. It’s out of my control. My world looks so dark and bleak. Unable to take it any longer, I place all my weight on the one side of the glass. I push and push and the jar starts to tilt. It’s hard work and I’m getting tired, but I keep on going. Slowly, little by little the jar lifts up on the one side, and then gravity comes along and helps me out. Down, spinning and twirling, I plunge to the cold hard cement. With a crash I hit the floor…. Am I free??
Yes! Yes I am! But my wings are torn, I have deep cuts and wounds. I cannot breathe. I cannot even enjoy the beautiful colors and sounds around me. I cry out! I regret! Oh if only I had stayed in the jar, at least I would not be so hurt and broken!! Despair fills me, I do not know where to go.
“Help me, please!” I cry once again. And through blurry eyes I see a hand reaching out, a big gentle, calloused hand with a single scar in the center. Hope fills my soul, and I grasp a hold of it. Then the darkness surrounds me….But it’s a darkness like no other, for a warm gentle glow dwells in it, a sense of calm and peace…
I wake up resting, on a beautiful rose bed. And from my place up on a counter, I see the merciful stranger working. My eyes widen in shock, as I see thousands of jars like mine standing up on many different shelves. The man creates beautiful little places and makes sure no harm is nearby before He reaches up and takes hold of jar, opens it and releases another beautiful fairy like me. Only this one had waited patiently. Had trusted in the Unknown, the Unseen. And when her time had come, He revealed to her the beauty, the wonder, outside of her dirty glass. But as I look on, I see I was not alone in my restlessness. I see others, shoving impatiently. Jars falling and crashing. Some refuse the hand reaching out, they scramble and crawl away from the light.. they do not understand it. They fight and thrash about in the broken glass, until the life has gone out of their broken bodies. With sorrow filled eyes the man steps back and cries. A scrawny evil creature comes and devours the mess. But then, He turns back… and continues His loving work. Releasing the patient and trusting, healing the broken and remorseful. In His perfect time, showing each and every one of His children His plan.