It's true.
We may feel like we are the only ones somedays.
We see friends at church or peruse social media where everyone puts their best face forward and we think, "Maybe it's me."
It's not.
A friend of mine recently asked me when the 'broken' season would be over.
She got me to pondering.
I'm not sure it ever ends.
Yet, that doesn't have to be a negative.
My broken season was my greatest. If you've followed me, you understand why.
When I became broken was when I found my True Love in the Creator and my life has not been the same since. Still, I didn't necessarily enjoy the process of breaking: Becoming Broken.
But being broken is who I am.
Do I mean living in my pain and woe and dredging it up every chance I get?
Do I mean feeling sorry for myself?
Do I mean embracing bitterness?
Not in any way at all.
On the contrary, it is only through my brokenness that God can truly shine through.
If I am whole and complete in me, then I am the only one seen.
And that is a poor image to behold.
Only through my cracks and breaks can the Love of the God of the Universe truly be seen and shine through.
And honestly, that is what I want.
For Him (and Him alone) to be what others see.
What an honor.
To be chosen by the King of Kings as a vessel for His light to shine through.
Oh, my prayer:
Please God: Never seal up my broken cracks with anything but your Love.
It is the only thing worth seeing.
As usual, your writing brings me to tears. I have learned thru my own journey that I, too, am a cracked pot! As a technical note, I love that you did not mention the definition of kintsukuroi in your note. The image and definition really tied it all together and drove the message home. Well done my friend! I personally love the concept of scarring. My scars tell a story...of my brokenness and of His healing. My 2 c-section scars are my favorites!
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