Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the kings horses and all the kings men

Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again

Have you ever had a Humpty Dumpty season in your life? Just sitting in the spot where you thought you were supposed to be in life, and then you tumble down. You have a great fall. The fall may not even be the result of your own sin, it may be the result of circumstances out of your control, but nevertheless, the plummet from the top of the wall always hurts. You’re heart is crushed into a million pieces, and you’re laying on top of shards and afraid to move for fear that the cuts will go deeper.

It seems hopeless, then here come all the king’s horses and all the king’s men and you think Maybe, just maybe, they can fix this, they can put me back together again. They work hard. The people near you are stepping carefully around all of the shattered glass of your heart, so as to not crush the pieces farther or maybe so that they won’t get cut themselves. They try, just like all the king’s horses and all the king’s men, but they just can’t put you back together again. They pick up a piece or two and try to fit them together, and finally they find two that match up. They offer an ear, a shoulder, maybe a prayer, or a verse. They send cards, call you on the phone, shoot you an email, but the glue they have used just won’t bond those few matching pieces they’ve found together. They do all they know to do, but you look around and the pieces are still scattered at your feet, and you are back at square one, still lying in a messy heap, for all the world to see it seems. There are so many broken, jagged edges that you don’t know where to begin, the task is overwhelming. Out of desperation you look around for a different one of the kings men, thinking maybe another one will know what to do. The glue holds a little better this time, but soon, those pieces separate and crumble.

I wonder what would have been different if Humpty Dumpty had called for help from the king instead of the king’s horses and the king’s men? The king was the one with all of the resources and all of the power. I have wasted so much emotion, time, and energy throughout my days seeking all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to fix me. I have relied upon people too heavily to convince me of who I am, constantly seeking encouragement, reassurance, and understanding. No matter who it was, there was never the right glue to fix me, they could never put just the right pieces together for me. Although I have had godly influence upon my life and a few wonderful godly friends along the way who tried to show me in the best way they knew how, nothing would stay together. My friends could not be the glue, much like the story in John 5 of the lame man at the pool of Bethesda. He had waited for 38 years for someone else to put him into the healing waters of the pool to fix him, but no one ever did. Man could not heal him, only the King could, and heal him He did.

Let’s try another ending to the old nursery rhyme --

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men

Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again

Humpty Dumpty lay ‘neath that ole wall

Humpty Dumpty had tried them all

It was not the king’s horses, not the king’s men-

It was the KING who put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Almighty King, I don’t know who this is for today, I don’t know who is so broken that they feel like life is hopeless, they feel embarrassed even. Someone’s feelings may be hurt, a dream crushed, a heart betrayed, hope may have sailed away with the last wave, I don’t know, but You do. You have a reason for today’s devotion and I pray that You use this as glue that binds the pieces of someone’s heart together. I pray that whoever he or she is, whatever they face, that they will allow you to do your healing work. Bond those pieces so tightly together, so that when they look down after they are put back together they can see You in all of the spaces that where the cracks were. They can see where you have made something from nothing, traces of You, the glue, in all of the cracks. It’s out of the brokenness that the glue is most vital. I raise whoever it is high unto your throne, God, I stand on my tiptoes on their behalf lifting them ever so slightly higher, closer to your reach. Do that thing you do best, God. I know you will.


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