Broken Beautiful

(I sat down to write this morning and found this *draft* of a post I wrote over the summer.  Apparently, in all of the “crazy busy” of this Adoption process, I forgot to publish it.  Yes…  You read that right.  We are trying to adopt a little boy.  PLEASE pray for us!  We are hoping that he will have his “FOREVER” home soon.)

How on earth can this…


…inspire  me so??

 As you can see, we bought a camp stove and I am SO looking forward to getting outside more often this summer.

My husband believes in taking good care of things.  I agree, but as we put the stove away (after enjoying some yummy s’mores this evening), I was struck by this thought…

A camp stove is MADE to be beaten up and worn out.  It is, in a sense, made to be “broken.”  If it serves its purpose well, it will be loaded and unloaded countless times, set up in camp or on the tailgate of the truck and it will have more than its share of dents and scratches.  It was not created to stay in the box.

Neither were we.

It seems an odd jump – from a camp stove to one who is made in the image and likeness of God – doesn’t it?  But…is it??

If we serve God well, we too will find ourselves beaten up and worn out.  We too will be “broken.”

There is a song written by E.llie Hol.comb, a Christian singer/songwriter, entitled, “The Broken Beautiful.”  Its lyrics speak powerfully…

Would You remind me now of who You are?  That Your love will never change, that there’s healing in Your name and that You can take broken things and make them beautiful.  You took my shame and You walked out of the grave, so Your love can take broken things and make them beautiful.

Her song speaks beautifully to those wounds that this world and our fallen natures will inflict.  Some may be visible.  Others not.  ALL can give glory to God…if we will let Him transform them!

Even after we are, by God’s grace, firmly in His service, we hear Him say…

Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there also will my servant be.  (John 12:26)


If we are to truly serve Him, then we must go where He went…to the Cross.  We will be broken as He was broken.

Thankfully, the story doesn’t end there…

If, then, we have died with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with him.  (Romans 6:8)

Praised be Jesus Christ!!



Today is a GIFT.

Today is all that we have.  Tomorrow is promised to no one.

Today, life is tough.

I can’t see tomorrow, but I KNOW that God is already there.  He has already dried the tears that will fall.  He has already drawn straight with some VERY crooked lines.  What today seems like a canvas of splattered paint will tomorrow become one of His greatest works of art!

Ad Jesum Per Mariam!


That is why a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and the two of them become one body.  (Genesis 2:24)

What is family?

Well, that depends.

In my case…


If I were a religious “Sister,” then the other members of my religious community would be my family.  If I had been called to the single life, then my parents and others (as God wills) would still occupy that primary place in my heart.

Is there another definition of “family?”


My parents, brothers, sisters, cousins and so many others will always be “family,” but in a much different sense of that word.  They are extended family.  Within each of them can be found a part of what makes me who I am today and for that I thank God every day.  But remember…

My husband is the one whom God has called to walk with me in a special way now.  It is through and with one another that God will accomplish His greatest work in our lives.  It is (primarily) through and with my husband that God is calling me to become a great SAINT!

This might seem like an odd topic to be brought up on this beautiful Christmas morning, but is it??

As a family, my husband and I have been called to take some huge steps together over the past year and a half.  (Much longer than that, really…)

After almost ten years of wondering at God’s will for our family, He answered our prayers in a powerful way…  and we welcomed home our first son.

After a couple of years of discernment, we took a huge step this past Spring and moved away from the town in which I’d grown up.

(both reflections for a different day)

Today, we took another huge step and one that was long overdue.

We chose, as a family, to spend this Christmas Eve and Day here at home – creating our own family traditions.  Truthfully, I didn’t realize just how much we really needed this quiet time.  There has been so much going on with the adoption.  It has been a bit of an emotional overload, I’m afraid, for both our “Little Man” and us.

While it was never our intention to hurt anyone – nor to withdraw from others – we must set healthy boundaries.  Right now, we need this boundary.


Dear Lord,

Thank you for the gift of family, both immediate and extended.  From the ones who gave us the gift of LIFE and helped to build a strong foundation in us to the gift that my husband and I are to one another, You have blessed us SO much!  We pray for the grace to be a blessing to our own son.  Help us to give him a solid foundation – built on LOVE – that will prepare him to fulfill the mission to which You are calling him.

Please heal the wounds in us and in our extended families.  Let us not pass these wounds down to the next generation, but surrender them to You.



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According to Wikipedia, Kintsugi (“golden joinery”) or Kintsukuroi (“golden repair”) is “the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.”  In essence, this form of repair does not seek to hide the damage that has been done.  It highlights it as part of the object’s history.  It is the flaw or imperfection that now makes the object beautiful!

If something gets damaged, my husband will often say, “Gives it character!”  As I consider this beautiful Japanese art form, I think I now understand what he means by that.

I’ve heard it said that after a bone is broken, the bone will actually be strongest at the point where the break heals.

I can’t help but think of what God does in us.  We are broken.  We are wounded.  But…  If we allow God to heal those wounds, we are strongest at the point of that healing.  We shine the brightest from those places where once there was only darkness.

Praised be Jesus Christ!