Today you’ll find me over at (in)Courage, writing about brokenness reassembled:
Over the course of weeks and months, hope emerged amidst the cuts and crags and broken edges.
The others who sat with me on stools around the studio bore their own wounds. We reassembled the broken bits of our lives at that work-worn table. With friendship and prayer, we took the pieces and put them back together, into patterns of blue, coral, and green. What was useless became lovely—flowers and birds pieced of pottery and sea glass. A glossy bead here, a worn pebble there. Mosaics of our lives, set into mastic and concrete.
Read more…. “Shattered Whole.”