Your broken pieces.
Your awkward parts.
Your jagged, learned-it-the-hard-way edges.
Those pieces of yourself that you offer us, that you melt down into words and shape into stained glass truth for us to hold up to the light of our computer screens, fill us with wonder.
There is nothing mundane in the magenta shades of your life.
In the cathedral of womanhood, marriage, and motherhood when I am kneeled over in despair at my small life, at my many failings, at my worry I look up and see your truth shining golden, pink, blue and orange streaming in through the windows above me. The colors of your life warm me. They illuminate this space. They remind me that we do not journey alone.
Did you know? Did you know that in the quiet dark we applaud your life and the Artist that lights it in all its broken beauty?
Do not doubt that what you share transcends how long it takes you to actually type it out.
Your story takes on a life of its own as soon as I read it.
Your story speaks into my story.
Your story helps me decipher my own.
Keeping spilling your light in this place, my sister. Keep piecing together the broken parts of your journey for Him to light and me to marvel at.
You are the most beautiful in all your broken glory.
Photo: A window inside Vitus Cathedral in Prague, by Tyler Olsen.
A place I love but that my camera skills could never do justice.