Well this week was not my week for holding onto old things. My brother broke a picture vase that was my grandmothers from the 50’s. A day later my husband broke a lady bug coffee cup that was very special to me and was my mothers.
You would think that I would get really mad at them for breaking such precious things. But I have decided that I am going to have my precious things out and used rather than wrapped in newspaper and in the attic. This way my grandmother and my mom are still alive and with me today.
My husband has tried to glue back together these precious items, but only the vase could be saved, the cup was broken beyond repair. I have to say that it was sad to have to accept the cup could not be repaired and throw it away.
In doing so it made me think about how God treats our brokenness. God always meets us in the midst of our brokenness and meets us right where we are loving and accepting us. He always is there to help put the pieces back together. The good news is that we are never broken beyond repair.
Psalm 147:3 (NIV) He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.