The rising sun paused a moment on my treasured, old crock. Somehow, I love the charm of the missing chunk; and I’m thankful for the sun’s reminder of the beauty and freedom to be found in imperfection.
Being broken isn’t the worst thing. We can be mended and put together again. We don’t have to be ashamed of our past. We can embrace the history that gives us value and see our cracks as beautiful.
- Anna White