I am a broken vessel- with pieces lost that cannot be replaced. All the shards laying on the table- no longer useful for the purpose for which I thought I was created- like a cup unable to hold water.

So I wait. I wait for the Creator’s hand to gather me together – to examine each piece- and slowly, laboriously, meld them back together with seams of gold- filling the missing spaces with shiny brilliance- making the scars more sacred…valued.                                    I am whole once again. Repurposed into a work of art of greater value than the original. Beauty from ashes. Beauty in brokenness.  We are all broken and waiting…