There’s some of brokenness in my life. There’s some wholeness, too.
Some of the brokenness is mendable. Some isn’t.
For example, I have lots of angel figurines. They were all gifts – and are treasured. At some point each one of these figurines’ heads have broken off. I know, kinda weird, huh? I’ve been able to glue most of the angels’ heads back on. Some I haven’t though. There’s a concrete angel on my fireplace hearth with its head sitting beside it.
Sometimes visitors will comment on it. Some will just notice it and look away – quickly. Mayhaps some don’t even notice it.
That’s how it is with brokenness. It happens. It is.
- Sometimes it’s right in front of us – and invisible at the same time.
- Sometimes it can be fixed. Even when it’s been fixed, it still holds the experience of being broken.
- When it can’t be fixed, it reminds us that perfection isn’t always all it’s cracked up to be.
How do you live with the cracked and broken parts of your life?