There is a Japanese art form that magnifies the breaks in something rather than trying to hide them because they believe it makes the art more beautiful. It is called Kintsugi and it is beautiful. Impact-Site-Verification: -1500109107 As humans, I believe each broken piece of us is revealing, important, and significant to the piece beside
depression
Run to Her
I think we all have turning points in our lives where there is a you before and you after.In 2009, I weighed 275 pounds and was miserable and depressed. I lost 100 pounds over the next couple of years thinking it would solve all my misery. And yeah, there was a before and after me
The Eraser
Wow. Just wow. I read that and immediately had a vision of sitting down with an eraser in hand and looking at the timeline of my last 59 years. I realized there’s not a big enough eraser! And as I looked, I saw that the gaps that would be left if I erased all
Preciousness of Empty
We’ve all heard the saying that you can’t pour from an empty cup or bucket. We are taught over and over that we have to keep filling up our own in order to be able to give to others. Spiritually, I agree that if we are depleted, we need Christ to refill us in order
Our Old Desk Drawer
I read last week about a lady who had something bad happen to her years ago. She never got over it and she wrote how it was tucked away mentally in her desk drawer… that got me thinking. Don’t we all have a mental desk drawer? Hopefully, we have drawers full of good stuff, but
Dwell
We cry and we struggle,we laugh and we celebrate.We have days that are dark,and days the sun stays up late. He wants to be in the midstof each and every part,yes, with us in the darkness,when burdens are on our heart. But He also wants to dance with us,in the sunshine after the rain,He wants
Love in a Pizza
My daughter, Cassie, is 31, and lives alone in Raleigh. She’s working seven days a week between two jobs, and she is physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. A couple of days ago, she was having one of those ‘one thing after another’ kind of days, and in the midst of it, she remembered she had
Where Are You Parking?
She pulled into the parking lot, hoping to find a space,another day, another week, in this life, this crazy place. There was one labeledFrustration,and one that saidFor the Mad,one said,Park Here, If You Can’t Let Goand one marked justFor the Sad. She drove in slow motion as she passed each of those by,not wanting to
Mess in the Making
I’m a mess in the making,chances I keep taking,to do things on my own,thinking I’m strong enough alone. Often, I don’t even knowthat what I’m doing is even so,because I run full speed ahead,lightly, I don’t know how to tread. Then when I realize what I can’t do,I turn to You, God, I turn to
Drifting Free
I have a thing about trees. I can’t explain it. There’s this one particular tree on a neighbor’s farm that I’ve photographed 100s of times at sunrise, as in getting in my car at sunrise and racing there to catch it coming up behind that tree. I’ve photographed it with leaves, without leaves, he is
Our Precious Time
I preach and preach to all who will listen (and yell it for the girl there in the back that looks like me) to let things go, especially those little things that hurt me so. Holding on to them is for what? To prove a point, to make sure we get the last word, to
Other Side of the Storm
Even when the storms try to pull us from His grasp, even when our souls are weak, He never lets go. We need to because He never will.
