This week I was thinking... "nothing really happened, what am I going to send home?" and then BAM!... stuff happened! haha.
The Broken Vase by Sister Jennadene Ryan (Utah Salt Lake City Temple Square Mission)
We have all had experiences where we have been broken, that someone or something came along and shattered our beautiful vases. I am one of them, I have had many things come along and shatter my vase into a million pieces.
As I stand there hurt with tears in my eyes, not knowing what to do, where to turn, not knowing where to even begin to rebuild and put it all back together, scared to hurt myself even more by cutting myself on the shards of glass.
I see a man walk towards me, he is dressed in white, so gracefully he comes towards me, he looks at me and then looks at my broken vase, he smiles sympathetically and starts to pick up the pieces that I was too scared to touch, as he picks them up His hands start bleeding as the glass cuts his beautiful hands I try to stop him, but He wouldn’t let me, He told me “It’s okay” and continues to pick up the pieces and put them together. I stand there, not knowing what to do, standing there weak, lost and confused.
As He picks up the pieces, they cut him and he winces at the pain but little by little He put these tiny shattered pieces together in front of me. Tears fill my eyes and roll down my cheeks, because though I have never seen this man before in my life, I love him and I don’t want him to go through the pain, I don’t want him to suffer the pain for me, with my tear filled eyes I look again, and I see His hands and notice something I didn’t before, I see the prints in His hands and I fall to my knees, realizing who it is, I ask him “Why? Why do you hurt yourself to build me up?” He stops to look at me and He replies so simply and sweetly “Because I love you and I have already paid the price, this is what I am here to do, you could not do this by yourself, you needed me to help you and I was sent by our Father, to rebuild your beautiful vase piece by piece, little by little, to make it stronger and more beautiful than it was before”. Gratitude fills my heart and then I look and he has already put it back together, I see that it is more beautiful than it was before, stronger than it was before and somehow, by some miracle he makes it look anew, I don’t see a single crack, it is strong again, reinforced in a way that I never could have done myself. He warns me “It might happen again, but now it is stronger, next time it will be able to withstand more against it, and if it does shatter again, it won’t be as bad and I will come back and put it back together”. I look at Him and thank him for everything He has done, I want to just give him the greatest hug in the world and as if he read my mind, he opened his arms, I turn to him and run into His arms and he ever so gently and lovingly put His arms around me, He says “I have to go now, to fix someone else’s vase, but I am always here” as he points to my heart, “you are never alone”.
As He picks up the pieces, they cut him and he winces at the pain but little by little He put these tiny shattered pieces together in front of me. Tears fill my eyes and roll down my cheeks, because though I have never seen this man before in my life, I love him and I don’t want him to go through the pain, I don’t want him to suffer the pain for me, with my tear filled eyes I look again, and I see His hands and notice something I didn’t before, I see the prints in His hands and I fall to my knees, realizing who it is, I ask him “Why? Why do you hurt yourself to build me up?” He stops to look at me and He replies so simply and sweetly “Because I love you and I have already paid the price, this is what I am here to do, you could not do this by yourself, you needed me to help you and I was sent by our Father, to rebuild your beautiful vase piece by piece, little by little, to make it stronger and more beautiful than it was before”. Gratitude fills my heart and then I look and he has already put it back together, I see that it is more beautiful than it was before, stronger than it was before and somehow, by some miracle he makes it look anew, I don’t see a single crack, it is strong again, reinforced in a way that I never could have done myself. He warns me “It might happen again, but now it is stronger, next time it will be able to withstand more against it, and if it does shatter again, it won’t be as bad and I will come back and put it back together”. I look at Him and thank him for everything He has done, I want to just give him the greatest hug in the world and as if he read my mind, he opened his arms, I turn to him and run into His arms and he ever so gently and lovingly put His arms around me, He says “I have to go now, to fix someone else’s vase, but I am always here” as he points to my heart, “you are never alone”.
He lets me go and slowly walks away, I’m sad that He is gone, but I knew that I was never alone, I knew that He would always be by my side. When he is out of my sight, I take a closer look at my vase and realize I no longer feel confused or hurt, I no longer feel shattered and broken, I stand there and ponder all that just happened and realize; the vase is me. Someone broke me and He came along to put me together, He made me stronger and more beautiful than I was before and I knew that He, my Savior, would always be there for me, He knew me better than I knew myself and He knew what I could become with the right reinforcement and the right trails.
Next time I will recognize Him instantly, I knew that He would always be by my side, to pick me up when I fall, to put me together when I feel broken, and as He said, He already paid the price. He felt it all, He felt all the pain, sorrow, and confusion I had ever felt and would ever feel.
Next time I will recognize Him instantly, I knew that He would always be by my side, to pick me up when I fall, to put me together when I feel broken, and as He said, He already paid the price. He felt it all, He felt all the pain, sorrow, and confusion I had ever felt and would ever feel.
He was Jesus Christ, My Savior, Redeemer, my Brother, and Friend.
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