This is my one year old son’s little toy elephant. When you pull his tail he plays a lullaby and our little man can’t nod off without him. He was intended for a soft snuggly life of comfort and happiness. The only problem is that when I was painting my sons room “peaceful meadow” green a few months ago, I dropped a big drip of paint directly on his eye. My son wasn’t even all that attached to him before I maimed his eye with “peaceful meadow” but after I blinded him in one eye I started putting him in bed with our son every night, to try to make up for maiming him so badly. I feel very real guilt over what I did to this poor elephant, so much so that I’ve spent real time thinking about ways to make it up to him. I feel like in his current state he’s probably the creepy guy of the playroom, that when we all leave the house and the toys come alive that he’s probably singled out and alone. The thought of this breaks my heart, so I have decided to give him a cool orange eye patch and give him a sort of “dos equis most interesting” toy in the world persona.
I have spent a lot of time lately thinking about why I got so broken up about the one eyed elephant. I came to understand that it touched on something deep inside me, I have a real passion to see people realize their created potential. My heart breaks for those who experienced pain that has stunted their growth and screwed with their hope. I hate the thought of orphans across the world that go uncared for, unloved and unfed. And yes, I experience real guilt when I maim a stuffed elephant.
I am a bleeding heart when it comes to hope, restoration and redemption. I love to go out to the salvage yard and give an old chair a new chance to bring warmth and comfort to our home. When a marriage fails, a diagnosis is terminal, a small business doesn’t make it or a friendship cannot be reconciled something aches within me. All that hope down the drain instead of growing and bringing beauty to our world, it’s just not the way it should be. Our world and lives are full of moments where hope doesn’t pan out, where potential isn’t realized but rather squandered, every moment holds potential for beauty but as we grow up we stop seeing the world for all that it could be and we start to give up hope.
This passion for hope and restoration is something that God put inside all of us, in my world sometimes it comes out in silly ways but mostly it defines my calling. I feel called to help people restore their hope, to unload their brokenness and exchange it for the easier yoke of God through Jesus, whose entire life’s purpose was to bring restoration to everything. When you see something broken, full of unrealized hope and potential and something stirs within you, that’s God using you to bring about his redemptive work. His business is to restore, renew and reunite. Romans 8 says all creation groans to be set right again, from the fields all the way up to the cosmos. It’s funny what God will use to remind us of our calling.
All around us are is brokenness and God works through our hands and feet, I so want to be used this way today.
How are you being nudged and broken to redeem and restore?
Well I’m off to sew an eye patch for a musical elephant. Hope you get after something quirky and wonderful of your own.