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
A beautiful work of art, indeed. As are you friend. Letting go is one of the hardest parts of walking on this side of eternity. Even when we're not in a season of letting go, the pain is easily remembered. Wherever you are today (in your heart and in your mind), I pray God's special comfort to you, and that he will bring golden healing to your brokenness.
ReplyDeleteYou put into words where I feel I am: "of wanting to make sense of what is happening...
ReplyDelete" 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. No, not that." - I am right there, living that, feeling that - and trusting one step at a time that He is in charge. I'm not comfortable. I don't feel graceful - but I am trusting, too! It feels like another journey we are setting out on! {{{HUGS}}} to you Lidia - praying God's companionship, comfort and refreshing abide with and in you!
This is lovely, and I am linking up nearby at the Loft with the review of a book by Makoto Fujimura who creates the kind of Japanese art with metal paints that you describe in your beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beauty-filled thought: "I am kintsukuroi.
ReplyDeleteA work in progress. "
Love it and the illustrating scripture of Job 23:10.
May all my cracks be filled with gold!
Thank you for sharing at The Loft!
This is beautiful. I never heard of Kintsugi before, but it describes our imperfect beauty. God heals our wounds but we still carry our story. We don't have to mask those imperfections when He can make them beautiful. Linking up with you from the Loft!
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