This season of being broken,
pulverized maybe...
pulverized maybe...
of wanting to make sense of what is happening...
when my familiar comforts are slipping away...
when best friends I thought would be forever are moving on...
without me...
when my well laid out plans are being re-written by an Unseen Hand...
I no longer want to fight back.
Not in the sense of giving up,
or being resigned.
or being resigned.
No, not that.
But there's release in giving in,
and letting go seems to be the only way.
Letting the One writing my story have His way.
It's His story, you see.
No longer a fighting back,
or attempting to recover the pieces...
or wishing for the sense of order,
and security of the years gone by, to return.
Just this ... it's a new season of embracing my brokenness...
hugging my new normal...
and knowing deep within that a new kind of rugged beauty
is replacing what I thought I have lost.
And realizing that nothing was really lost.
All the pieces are still there...
nothing is wasted.
Life doesn't have to be perfect,
It's fine to be just good enough...
For the Master Builder is doing a masterpiece.
And He's not finished yet.
Kintsugi....
a kind of Japanese art that highlights the brokenness.
I have fallen in love with the concept.
Putting gold in the cracks...
Beautiful, simply beautiful.
Leaves me breathless at the thought...
Lost for words...
Lost for words...
Makes me embrace my brokenness...
just a little bit closer.
I am kintsukuroi.
A work in progress.
The Kintsugi Master.
He's really good at making broken things beautiful.
I can trust Him.
I want to trust Him.
I choose to trust Him.
My life is in His hands.
He knows the way that I take...
and when He has tested me, I will come out as gold.
and when He has tested me, I will come out as gold.
Job 23:10
