To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Monday, July 12, 2010

Broken Pieces

Sometimes things get broken. Sometimes those broken things can be fitted back together again and life moves on. The mended lines show but it adds character and depth. It tells a story of restoration.

But other times? Other times those broken things stay broken. It isn't mended and restored. And I'm learning to be okay with that.
I knew an artist once that would take glass and ceramic and break it into pieces and then she would use the parts to create these beautiful mosaic works of art.
I think there are times when our relationships suffer a crack or a fracture and God restores it...he heals the wound and knits us together again...stronger because of the scar tissue. Other times I think the relationship is broken and He doesn't put it together again. I think He uses those broken pieces in different places to create something else. A picture that we can't see yet.
I'm not talking about holding a grudge or nursing bitterness and unforgiveness. I'm talking about simply recognizing when a relationship is broken and if it hasn't been restored...if restoration hasn't even been sought...then to pretend otherwise is phony and quite harmful.
If we act as if nothing has happened...if we pretend that "You're okay, I'm okay, everything is okay" just because some time has passed, then we never really experience true reconciliation.
And to not recognize that something is broken is to live a lie.
And we of all people...us,me and you, because we say we are God's people...should be people of truth.

1 comments:

Roni said...

Your blog is a blessing of healing words, Marty. Beautiful, healing words. Beautiful images. Thank you for sharing them both.