It’s not easy to face our brokenness. When I look inside, sometimes all I can see is a cracked pot.
But an old, cracked pot, doesn’t need to lie forgotten in the snow. Put it together with some old, dried weeds and you have a bouquet.
Likewise, our brokenness, when we embrace others in their brokenness, takes on a new meaning. Even if the cracks remain visible, we become whole and significant.
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Nicely done Mary! Reminds me of Ellie Holcomb’s song, “The Broken Beautiful” –