Several Sundays ago I pulled a colorful loop from its little silk pouch and handed it to my 8 year old daughter. Here is your necklace from China. You can wear it to church today. Excitedly she hung it around her neck.
By the end of the day, the loop was a strand. My active child had snapped the string during her play and sadly handed it over.
Placing it on a shelf in my jewelry cabinet, I contemplated its repair.
There it sat. For weeks.
The other evening as I was getting ready to go out, I reached in and pulled out the strand. The colors matched what I was wearing, and I pondered options. I tried looping it around my neck in a scarf-like fashion, and voila…not too bad.
In fact, the broken look held a different ~ almost more striking ~ beauty than its original.
Where is the beauty in your broken?
Maybe your broken is on the shelf in the cabinet of your heart. Can you be okay with it resting there as you wait for possibilities to emerge? They may be more beautiful than you can imagine now, as you sit in the darkness waiting for light to shine once again. Hold on to the beauty of hope.