She had only been working with our company for about a week when she started calling me “The Glue.” I knew it was a complement. That she sensed my style, my demeanor, my way of doing my job helped keep the unavoidable craziness at a manageable level. That it helped everyone feel a little more put together.
But I found it ironic. Because I barely feel “together” at all. Messy house. Messy desk. Messy bank account. Socks aren’t matched and put away. Dinners get thrown together at the last minute.
If I’m holding anything together at all, it’s surely with string and chewing gum.
My cracks, surely, are showing.
And then I saw this:
To repair with gold. Because the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.
Because the crimson blood of Jesus turns to gold in my weak spots. And I am more beautiful for having been broken.
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