Broken and Beautiful

By an anonymous guest blogger.

Photo Credit: Flickr. 

I was made to be loved, cherished, and protected. I was made to be beautiful.

But, through carelessness I was knocked to the ground and broken. Shattered to pieces.

So many pieces that surely I was of no use anymore…And certainly not cherished or beautiful.

My pieces were so jagged and sharp that people were wary and even scared to touch them. Myself included.

My Divine Gentleman looked down on me, but did not see a broken mess.

He stooped down in love and gently gathered my brokenness in His hands.

Slowly and with purpose He started to put me back together. Not in my original self, but a new self.

A mosaic.

Pieces started fitting into pieces and a brand new image started to appear.

People could study this mosaic forever and never fully see all the love and intricacies the Artist put into it.

And if you truly understood this new creation, you would see the Artist Himself reflecting back at you.

But, then I realized…

We are all broken.

I think that He takes little bits of us because they are the exact fit for another’s brokenness, and they are the exact fit for ours.

I think that the sacrifice and suffering we take for others is the act of touching another’s broken pieces. Touching their brokenness.

This is why we are called to love one another.

We are all broken.

And if we let Him,

What a beautiful mosaic He could make of the world.

All of it reflecting the Divine Artist.

P.S. You are enough.

Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the death of our Lord and his broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Paul and many other passengers on the way to Rome. Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them. – Fulton Sheen