Broken Glass

My husband, Garland, has a glass splinter in the palm of his hand.

He got it on a job site last Saturday when he had to break an interior window in order to remove it. For two days we have attempted to get the last little bit out, to no avail. Part of what makes it so difficult is not really being able to see it. It is a very small piece, and his body's defense against this foreign object is making it even more difficult to remove. The natural protection process is actually impeding the glass' removal. But we know it's there-it's obvious on the outside.

This has gotten me thinking about the broken glass inside of me. You know, the things that are in me that really don't belong there. Things like resentment, bitterness, pride, wounding...all invisible, but painfully evident to those on the outside that I come in contact with. Like Garland's defense system, I too want to protect myself and thereby make the removal of these things even more difficult.

I think there are several things God needs to take His tweezers to and remove from inside me. Eventhough the process is painful, it will be worth it in the end.