From Gail:

Broken pieces.

Oh, I’ve heard a lot of encouraging things about broken pieces. Broken tiles make mosaics. Broken crayons still color. Tacos fall apart and we still love them. And then there is the Japanese art of “kintsukuroi”; mending cracks in pottery with lacquer mixed with gold, which adds beauty and strength it would not have if the piece had not been damaged in the first place.

All true.

It’s also true that I’ve been blessed to see some broken pieces put together into wonderful new, whole, unbroken states. More literally, people who were dear to me, coming out of failed relationships, destructive relationships, or no relationships at all – broken people brought together and “the two made one” (Genesis 2.)

And I was happy for them, and thanked God for them.

And I stayed the broken crayon that colored, the taco filling that came out. I still lived and loved and served. I was a broken piece, but not a broken life.

Until the Lord moved in His amazing, mysterious way, to fit my bit of mosaic tile to that of one of the finest men I’ve ever known. Don the widower, Gail the divorcee, to be made one by the Lord who fashioned and saved and sustained us both.

Now He will now also be our kintsukuro, the gold that is the strength and beauty of our life together.

G&D

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