Good morning…
I simply must tell you, most every angel figure in our home has at least one broken wing. The angel pictured here, who sits beside us when I host outdoor spiritual direction sessions, broken. The angel in our main nativity creche, broken. The angels in the smaller nativity scenes kept at Christmas in each bedroom, broken. The angel reading a book in our front garden, broken. The angel doing a headstand on a chair beside our backyard walkway, broken. Most people throw away broken things, exchanging them for a new purchase of pristine perfection.
Not me. I am neither pristine or perfect.
I love knowing that the angels in our home have been broken by random mishaps in life. I relate to them. Life has broken me in unexpected ways, also. In our broken, divided state, if we are to fly again, we need God’s indwelling Spirit to complete us, to rise up from within to carry us on balanced wings of supernatural love.
Now to Him who is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly more than all that we dare ask or think [infinitely beyond our greatest prayers, hopes, or dreams], according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations forever and ever. Amen (Ephesians 3:20-21, AMP).
To me, each broken-winged angel whispers, “Strengthened by the Spirit in our innermost being, we are each formed, filled, and flooded with the fullness of God.”
…Sue…
