Something inexplicably beautiful appears in brokenness, not despite the cracks but because of them. Our bodies and our souls and our hearts break as we go through life. The hope we can hold on to is not that we will remain unbroken, but that when we do inevitably break (and we all do), God will restore us as only a Kintsugi master can: carefully, artfully, beautifully—with extravagant, glimmering grace. Our Potter Who Art in Heaven.
