You haven’t lost your way you haven’t lost your gift-you’re being refined. To be plucked from the mess, refined in My Word and sanded into the future I have for you. Then it hits me as I stand there under my bedazzled hat. “Now this is worth the trip!” She rejoices as she heaves out a nail to release it from its former life. Jagged and full of splinters, she pulls on her gloves to pull rusty nails from its flesh. Her trained eye spots an old pallet ready to be reclaimed. I had just won third place in the nation for one of my columns and took first in the state of Nebraska.Ĭindy’s voice pulls me back to the present. I was deep in the trenches of deadlines with our third HT Living magazine in all of its glory when I was escorted from the building.ĭazed, I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. That job was my everything, it was my purpose.įor the past five years, I had risen through the ranks of the news industry as journalist, columnist, and magazine director. Why did you let this happen? I thought we had a plan.
God Knows How to Refine Your MessĪs I watched Cindy climb, I pleaded with God. When she’s not busy revealing loveliness in humans, she sands and paints masterpiece creations.
Like her therapy sessions, she uncovers the beauty in every messy soul she encounters.
I’m not entirely sure how her therapy skills come into play when it comes to wood, but they do. Trained as a Nurse Practitioner and Licensed Mental Health Practitioner, she sees what other people miss in the middle of the mess.
To her, tattered discards are a treasure trove of possibilities.