When the Japanese mend broken objects, they fill the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. ~Barbara Bloom
I happened across this quote on the post of a FB friend. It immediately struck me. This woman has a daughter with a CHD. I see the value this quote has for the mom and the beauty in it for her daughter. I see what it means to her for all the struggles she’s faced looking into the eyes of her daughter that doesn’t understand the pain or the need for one more surgery; the mom looking to God with the same questions her daughter has for her.
But then I take a step back and think about the beauty in it for me; the beauty in it for you; those of us who have faced different struggles.
Gold is a precious metal, sought after for millennia. There is even a TV show on now (maybe on Discovery or is it the History channel?) that chronicles the lives of current-day Alaskan gold miners. Gold is used for jewelry, money, sweet grills (awwww yea, show me them teeth!) and from the above quote - to mend broken things. What’s even more interesting to me about this is that gold isn’t that strong of a metal. It’s very ductile and malleable. Only by introducing impurities does it gain strength.
I believe in the beauty of mistakes, of broken relationships, of chances to mend with a precious metal – a precious forgiveness.
I believe that we are all broken or have been broken in one way or another. I believe in the hope that comes with a chance to mend.
I believe in the idea that strength doesn’t come from purity, but in fact from impurities. Strength comes not from living a straight path, but from wandering and wondering, finding our own answers, calling on God to help pour the gold into the cracks we’ve made, and then continuing on our journey more beautiful and stronger than before.


