butterfly-and-cocoonA handful of years ago, I went through a season of brokenness.  The kind where you cry on the floor and shout to God, “How could you!?”  Been there? It’s been a couple of years now,  and the broken parts, though no longer bleeding, are still sensitive to the touch. Sensitive? And the broken parts are no longer wounds, but scars that can tell a story. Story?  And the tears have stopped streaming but will flow with compassion the moment I see someone in their brokenness. Compassion?  So the brokenness bred sensitivity, a story  and compassion. Hmm… They say never touch a butterfly in a cocoon, it needs to go through that metamorphic process to become beautiful. And they say the only way to get amazing gold is to put it through the fire. And it is glass that is stained, not purified, that makes beautiful cathedral windows. Do I wish brokenness on anyone? Heck no. And admittedly, I still sometimes wish I could have been spared of mine. But if broken makes us better, then maybe it’s OK. Because the world IS a better place with the broken things of God living within it—butterflies…gold… stained glass….and you.

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