The Glove

I keep my gloves in my purse, so at anytime I can slip them on if my hands get cold. These are my favorite gloves, not because they have the peace sign, but because my daughter in-law gave them to me.
Yesterday, Fur Ball stuck his nose in my purse and took out one of my gloves. He then proceeded to carry it downstairs to the couch where he discreetly chewed it up. Then, when he had finished, he left it laying there for me to find. When I found it, and saw that he had done a marvelous job of chewing it up, I was not happy with him at all.
I found some thread and a needle and started binding up the rip, working to put together my glove in a somewhat usable fashion. If you look closely at the picture, my repair job is evident. I wore the gloves yesterday afternoon and as I was inspecting my sewing, it reminded me of God's handiwork with my heart. He binds up the brokenhearted, and makes them whole again. This verse, which has been an all time favorite of mine continued to come to mind:

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted. to proclaim liberty to the captives, and freedom to prisoners. Isaiah 61:1

Because of the world I live in, I have had experiences that break my heart, hold me captive, and imprison me. But, just like I scooped up my glove and repaired the brokenness, Jesus rescues me and binds up the brokenhearted places inside of me. He releases and frees! He does it because He loves me.
Say That Again, Anointed Savior, You bind up the brokenhearted!