It’s that day of the week when writers all over the internet, and indeed, the world, gather together to write for five free-spirited minutes on a one-word prompt that we find over here on Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog. Join us? You won’t regret it.
I’ve been broken. Haven’t we all? We live in an imperfect world that treats us roughly, where loved ones die, friends betray, children disappoint. Things go wrong – sometimes very, very wrong.
But I serve a God Who is in the business of putting broken things back together. He tenderly collects all the shards of my broken spirit and puts me back together, over and over again.
I liken God’s healing to the kintsukuroi in the picture above. When you’ve been broken, you’ve been changed. You’ll never be the same again, but maybe that’s a good thing. I have scars that bear witness to the healing that has taken place. Those scars are like gold lacquer – they are beautiful to me. I think scars make people more interesting and they tell a story. The glue that holds the broken pieces together makes the broken that much more precious.