The Glove

                                                                                                 

An old leather glove

worn well, broken-in, and tanned,

work rubbed the softness right in,

and time shaped the glove to the hand.

 Although not so pretty anymore,

it is better than before.

It's better because it was filled by the Hand,

it's better because it was used by the Hand.

Used to grip tightly, and to fix rightly,

used to lift up, and to touch up,

used to hold what was once lost

no matter the cost.

Inside and outside

all is worn....

but all is well

when glove and Hand abide.

Used up?  Absolutely not!

For new life unfolds 

as it tenderly holds

Grace in it's palm.

Light shines from above

soothing like balm

on the tattered and torn,

well worn glove.
                                    Kara

“So we’re not giving up. How could we!

Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without His unfolding grace.

These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us.

There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow.

But the things we can’t see now — will last forever.”  2 Corinthians 4:18 MSG