Creating is a strange process. Some days my brain is on fire and I can’t write fast enough to fill the page. Other days the words are dragged from my head kicking and screaming. Lately, I’ve had quite a few of the later.
It’s a frustration, but it’s also a beautiful thing to me sometimes. It’s a sign that I, like so many in this world, struggle and falter. It’s a sign that I truly am human and that in that humanity, a reflection of God, I am beautiful.
After all, isn’t it those quirks of friends and family and spouses that we wonder at and revel in so many times? We see the child struggle to climb up and smile at their serious effort to emulate. We see the crayon picture of what we’re told is a dragon and love the effort even more than the product.
Today, on a day when I see my failures all around, I need to remember that I, child of God, am seen as beautiful in my journey… as beautiful in my brokenness.
Why don’t we give each the gift of that love in brokenness more often?
Feeding the Discussion