Here are the beautiful ones.
Hidden in the shadows of the glittery ones,
many times they’ve been broken,
and unevenly patched by the potter’s hands,
yet their value is priceless.
This is about us. Many are broken. Many are hurting. Many have forgotten their true worth. Many are clinging to past mistakes and allowing them to dictate their present circumstance. Many hold on to their pain and weave unforgiveness into their soul. They forget to put down their burden at the Masters’ feet not knowing that in the potters’ hands, their broken pieces are gathered, refined and made far better than the original piece. Just like the Japanese practice of golden joinery ‘Kintsugi,’ – when something has suffered damage and has a history, it becomes more beautiful. No one is ever too broken to be fixed.
Come to me all you who labour and are heavy laden and I will grant you rest. Matthew: 11: 28 – 29