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Broken Things to Mend...

[Note: I took the title for this post from Elder Jeffery R. Holland's profound talk of the same name.]



I took a picture of these on my way out to show my mom and it got me thinking....

So many broken things in my life have been mended and healed throughout the process of my divorce. These planters are very sentimental because they represent this beautiful principle in my life.

During my most recent move, both of these planters fell out of the car onto the concrete and were broken (the one trunk is still in the process of gluing). Out of everything in that move, these were the only items that were broken, and both were really special to me.

My mom who knows I love elephants had gotten them for me and admitted to spending a little more than she normally would have because she knew I'd love them so much. To be honest, I was crushed to see them all broken up. But just as I was able to carefully piece them back together to again make a whole, Jesus Christ can pick up the remains of our whirlwind of destruction and do a better repair job than I did.

Unfortunately, not all of the pieces were able to be found and there are some gaps and barely perceptible cracks, but these elephants are more beautiful to me now than before because I saved them. I know they are insignificant, but I feel like God wants me to see again and again that the broken parts of our lives can be mended and healed.

There are gaps in my life and visible cracks from my divorce and some of those may go away in time, but some may always be there. What I know, is that my Savior and His atonement are the glue holding me together again and that I can always rely on Him. I know that someday we all have the glorious hope of the resurrection when all things can and will be made new again. Until then, my gaps and fine cracks make me unique, and I wouldn't have in any other way.

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