All The Broken Things

I’ve been known to say with excitement, “I’ll take all the broken things!” when a friend calls me and lets me know that she’s just broken something - a mirror, a vase, a plate - whatever it may be.

As she shimmies a box full of fragmented tile, sharp shards, and big pieces of mirror, she said with tears in her eyes, “It really got me when you said, “I’ll take all the broken things.”

And we paused.

I see the need all over humanity - as I go to the grocery store, as I drive, as I help my kids “dot their I’s and cross their T’s” and try to make life run as smoothly as possible on this jagged path.

I feel my weakness and desire for more. My desire to be more. To do more.

In my fragmented days, it sometimes feels like I’m limping along - trying to be purposeful, running my kids to and fro, checking the boxes. I often feel like I’m coming up short and doing it with half energy or half brain power at best!

But, in my wrestling, I am offered His Grace and feel Him saying, “I’ll take all the broken things.”

He sees only potential, Instead of just seeing scraps and pieces, He sees a masterpiece.

Once again, I am encouraged in the midst of the mosaic process. He is constantly teaching me in my day-to-day.

Be encouraged. When you see your broken pieces, God sees the masterpiece.