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Broken.....Restored

Broken. Crushed. Shattered. Smashed. Not the very best words to add value, in fact they will "devalue" anything that is associated with it. Something broken, crushed, shattered or smashed is thrown away, no longer valued or treasured. What more can we expect from broken things? Why waste our efforts on them? Get a new one. My broken cup has done its service, it's now time to move on.

But then, in every "brokenness" is also an opportunity for restoration (a not-easy process). Yes, the flawless perfection will not be achieved again. The cracks can be healed but the lines will probably show, the scars may not altogether go away. 

It will probably be a little harder to appreciate the "restored" look in comparison to the "perfect ones." It's very sight will remind of the broken state that it was in.It will be a little more harder, a little more trying to keep things together, a little more effort to overlook the scars and to consider it once more, if I may borrow some words, 'a thing of beauty..a joy forever.' 

We'd wish for an "unbroken" perfection but every now and then some things break. But, in every "brokenness" is an opportunity for restoration (though well "everything" may not be so restored). And call me an "impossible optimist," however, who knows what beauty and joy might await in the restoration?? 











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