I like the “mosaic of broken pottery” flower. This flower growing out of broken pottery… a visual of a remade life, blooming. Blooming where once there was ruble. Mending can be a slow process. It takes time. As I look at it, I see my life, I see the church. Carefully put back together. Built into something better than what got broken in the first place. Something dead, stale, turned organic. Growing toward it's maker/ healer/ restorer.
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