Those who have wounded us most deeply are the ones we often wait for to say "I am so sorry I hurt you". Reality is they have not and maybe never will. They are the ones who somehow feel that relationship will be fine if it is never remembered, never spoken of, never acknowledged.
They have betrayed us.
They want life to be like the cover of the jigsaw puzzle, so perfect with nothing missing. The reality is we live in the pieces, some missing, some forever lost, some tattered and ripped. Yet we still live. We live in the pieces, in the brokenness, looking at the cover
of the box.
The cover be damned. It isn't truth or reality - it is the illusion of the perfect picture. Ilusions never tell the truth - they are masters at hiding it. While we wait for the words to be spoken or actions to give us back the picture, grief sits inside of us, unable to move through the illusion to break through it. Grief never comes while we remain in that unreal place.
Redemption may come in the most unexpected way. Someone will stand in the gap. Someone will bring us to the place where Jesus lets us see that this box cover has no life. It is not 3 dimensional, it has no senses attached to it- no colour, no smell, no feeling, no taste and no touch. Like the old idea that the world was flat - we may fall off the edge if we move from it! The picture enlarges for me as I write.
The redemption comes from moving in the circle of grace. There is no visible beginning and no visible end. The spherical shape allows us to begin to move, to move out of the staleness of the "still life" box cover.
In the last few weeks a huge piece of my story entered the place of redemption and moved into the circle of grace. I deep breathe as I begin to take in the miracle of it. Thank God for those who stood in the gap.
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