Broken Things.

Broke my nose last weekend. Been thinking about it. I'm amazed at the incredible people who seem to come out of no where and everywhere to help you, just when you need it. People took care of me, gave me medicine, ice, drove me to the hospital, left cookies on my door, called me, visited, the list goes on and on. Perhaps that's why God allows some things to break. Because it's in the fixing....that we really get a chance to learn and grow...through serving each other...and through the process of mending itself. What have I learned in my life from broken things?

I distinctly remember my brother and sisters and I playing baseball in our living room one Sunday afternoon. Suddenly my mothers voice came drifting in from the other room where she was reading her book interrupting our fun, "You're going to break my vase", she said. Now you've got to understand the vase was like around the corner and in another hallway from where we were playing. "Mom!" We protested. "There is absolutely NO GEOGRAPHICAL WAY possible for this ball to hit your vase." That was a direct quote from the Gardner baseball team...Well you know the story, two or three pitches later a miraculous hit was made the ball flew through the air and hit a door knob in the adjacent hallway in JUST the right spot sending the ball shooting off at an unimaginable angle and smashing, yes, right into that previously warned about vase breaking it in several pieces. Funny part is we were all so amazed by the sheer improbability of what had just happened that the vase was easily forgotten, and the story of that Sunday afternoon game became a Gardner legacy.

Broken bones, broken heart, broken promises, broken spirits, broken down cars at just the wrong moments... It bares some thinking about. What do Broken Things really teach us?    ~Broken Things by Kenneth Cope. Have you heard it? ~