I don't always have full control over my fingers.Arthrosis are making them stiff and painfull. I have problems when I shall open a glass jar,things slip out of my hands, I put away my knitting.
I was making the breakfast table and this mug slipped out of my hand, fell down on the floor and broke in two. Oh, no! A favorite cup broken! I picked it up and placed it in the kitchen window sill where it now stands, waiting to be glued together. It will never be perfect again, but I will make it whole, I will make it useable. Worthy.
I was busy in the kitchen baking a cake for a good friends wedding when my eyes suddenly found their rest on the broken mug. I suddenly saw the beauty of the imperfect and my mind started to wander.
Isn't like like this. We live, we play, we fight, we love, we suffer. Sometimes we are broken and we try to mend ourselves together as best we can. And all this is what we call life. And it is beautiful. Beauty is not perfection. Beauty is so much more. Beauty is a lived life. Lived the way God is directing us. God uses imperfection. God makes whole.
I will not glue my broken mug yet. It will stand in the window sill of the red kitchen in the blue café. Teaching me about the beauty of life.
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This is a repost from March 2007.
