As you walk through my neighborhood it is hard to go a block without seeing broken glass. Today I was struck by the pieces I saw. Some of the glass was clear giving me the ability to see what was beneath it. Others were colored making it more difficult to decipher what was hiding below. Still others were reflective and allowed me to see myself. Each section of glass was broken, but even in the brokenness there was a uniqueness. Some of the pieces were held together by stickers. Then there were those that were scattered in seemingly every direction.
In my own life there is brokenness. In the world around me there is even more. Some of our brokenness is harder to see though. The damage that is caused is covered up and hidden so others cannot see beyond what we show. Sometimes what is seen is anger and rage. Other times it is a snazzy outfit and a great smile. There are times that we may take off the color and allow others into our world of hurt. I have been blessed in my own life to have those who I can open up to and show what is behind the colored glass. These people have been like the reflective glass helping me to see myself and the beauty within all my brokenness. At times they have been there to help glue pieces back together and other times they have helped to remove pieces that don't quite belong.
In this season of life I am finding more broken pieces and having to figure out how they fit into my life. This brokenness is, at times, overwhelming. I know, however, that the time and energy it takes for me to sift through the pieces will be well worth the effort. I am grateful for this time of pain because I know that when I move towards the pain, that is when I will truly grow.
