When God had finished speaking to Moses on Mt. Sinai, He gave him the two tablets of the testimony, stone tablets inscribed by the finger of God. Then Moses turned and went down the mountain with the two tablets of the testimony in his hands. The tablets were the work of God, and the writing was God’s writing, engraved on the tablets. As he approached the camp and saw the calf and the dancing, Moses became enraged and threw the tablets out of his hands, smashing them at the base of the mountain. Exodus 31:18; 32:15, 19
Then the Lord said to Moses, “Cut two stone tablets like the first ones, and I will write on them the words that were on the first tablets, which you broke. Exodus 34:1
My words…
Praise
You are The God Who Works. You’re not a sit-around-and-wait-to-be-worshipped-god. You worked with Moses to create the tablets of testimony. It doesn’t surprise me that You engraved the words. (I can’t read this without wondering about Your penmanship.) But then Moses got angry and smashed Your work. You didn’t blame him. You just fixed it. You performed the work over again. If Moses would have smashed that set, You would have done it a third time, and so on. You perform wonderous works, and Your children smash them. Then You say, “I will fix what you broke.” You work to create, then You work to fix. The never-ending cycle. Praise to The God Who Works…and Fixes.
Prayer for me
Since I am not a stone tablet, I cannot be fixed as such: Write it again. Done. Fixes of the spirit are a work-in-progress. Your work-in-progress. And You’re still working on me. I pray I will welcome Your repairs even when I contend I’m not broken in the first place.
Forgive me
The other day I complained that a friend was too persistent in her communication with me. Why must she be so needy? Day after day, pouring out her problems and worries. You brought me to the truth that I have not accepted neither your repair of patience to my annoyed spirit nor compassion to my selfish heart. Forgive me.
Prayer for others
I pray a blanket prayer for those looking for fixes in the wrong places: substances, other people, work, distractions. You long to stitch together lives that are unraveling. I pray they allow You to do so.
Thank you
Thank You for mending broken marriages, repairing shattered families, refreshing weary faith, healing diseased spirits, restoring crumbling hope. Thank You for fixing us.
More praise
Write a message to me, Lord! With Your finger on my heart.
