Beautiful Garden Pot. A pot with a history. It was given by sweet friend Julie, when she moved to DC & then on to Florida. A friend who joined with me in prayer for our terminal cancer friend, Claudia. It seems one of us was always with her even at the hospice center. That adds to the beauty of the pot.Yet, there's another side....often hidden from view. A brokenness I've tried to keep hidden, since the Feb.'22 ice storm.....even though I know the beautiful story of its history.
Like me. A cracked pot. Rarely do I show my cracks.
But God in his love and mercy....is close to me even when I am broken and crushed & choosing not to show my cracks.
He does not despise my brokenness. He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)
HALLELUJAH!
