Broken

My favorite mug broke last night. I know, I know. Sounds shallow. But you don't understand. This was the coolest mug ever. I bought it at Starbucks about 4 years ago. It has the phrase "Good Morning" written on it in a bunch of languages. It held between 2.5-3 cups of coffee. We had some really great mornings, me and this mug. And afternoons. And evenings. But now, no more.

These concrete and tile floors have their downsides... There were so many little pieces that even superglue couldn't save this mug. But it's so special to me, I just couldn't let it go. Even though I'll never be able to use it for coffee anymore, surely I will be able to use it for something, right??

Even with the biggest pieces glued back together, it will never again hold coffee and share a morning with me.  It's broken. With pieces missing.

It's kind of like us. Sinners. Because of our sin, we've been broken. We may have (or at least feel like) pieces missing. From our hearts. From our lives. But that's okay. It's beautiful even. You know why??

Because God puts us back together and gives us a new purpose. Sure, we may never be able to hold coffee again, like we thought our purpose was. God finds a way to use us no matter what state we think we are in. Broken. Patched up. Glued back together. Still in pieces on the floor. God makes something beautiful out of us.