At one point I said, "Merritt, don’t try to keep all of these broken pieces. Wouldn’t you rather have…….” I stopped in mid sentence. She looks up at me, pushing her wiry, salt filled hair back with her sandy hand to ask, “Have what mama?” “Nothing” I said “…You’re exactly right, that one looks just like a smile." She looked up and flashed her best smile at me before she forged ahead with her search.
It’s not often that we arrive at the shores in our life without a break. The pressures of life bore holes and the crashing waves of circumstance leave us chipped and imperfect. It’s a good thing he’s not looking for perfection. He’s looking for brokenness. A willingness to be fashioned and made beautiful. God is not a man. He cannot lie. There is beauty in brokenness. He makes all things work together for our good.