Kintsukuroi is a very interesting word that means “to repair with gold.” It refers to “the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.” As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
God is in the business of repairing us with the intention that we come out more beautiful because we were once broken. Glory ! God doesn’t despise the honesty from a truly repentant heart. Instead, our surrender allows him and his grace to change us and make us whole. Somehow, God is able to make us more whole and more beautiful than we can ever imagine, because we live as testaments of his amazing grace.
In the words of the song by Tasha Cobbs “Here I am, God, Arms wide open, Pouring out my life, Gracefully broken
THIS IS AMAZING GRACE!
“Too many people are not living their dreams because they are living their fears.”
From The Confident Woman Devotional by Joyce Meyers
This word hit my so strongly this morning. I realized that all I do is to please and make everyone around me happy and comfortable. I invest so much of myself to satisfy others and in the process lose sight on me. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with doing things for the benefit of others, in fact so much joy is derived from doing just that. Jesus our example tells us to bear each other’s burdens, to live at peace with All as much as lies within us. My point this morning is that in doing that we should not lose sight of who we are, we should not forget to be the men/women God created us to be, we should not please men and displease God!
In other words, instead of doing things out of our heart, we do them because we are afraid of what will happen if we don’t. “Someone will get angry! I will get left out! People will talk about me!” It is time that we started being the person we really want to be. The person God created us to be! The World Changers! The Overcomers! The Winners! It is time to reach for your dreams.
““For this is how God loved the world: He gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.”
John 3:16 NLT
Every teacher has students that are harder to love than most, and Teddy Stoddard was one fo those students for Jean Thompson. Teddy came to class dirty, was unresponsive, and turned in abominable work. Mrs. Thompson returned many of Teddy’s papers with a large, red “F” on the top. If she had read Teddy’s permanent record, she would have seen a history of trouble from first grade on. His home life was in turmoil. His mother became terminally ill, then died the next year. The school counselor noted his depression, and recommended psychiatric help. It was all in the record . . . but Mrs. Thompson never read it. On the last day before the Christmas holidays, Mrs. Thompson received gifts from all of her students, including Teddy. His was crudely wrapped in brown paper and contained a rhinestone bracelet with a few stones missing, and a half-used bottle of perfume. The other children laughed as Mrs. Thompson put on the bracelet and dabbed the perfume on her wrist. “Isn’t this lovely,” she said, nodding to Teddy with a smile. After class Teddy approached her desk. He had never come forward before. “Mrs. Thompson,” he said, “thank you for liking my presents. You smell like my mother used to smell, and her bracelet looks good on you, too.” When he walked out, Jean Thompson sank to her knees and prayed, “God, I sought to be a teacher of facts and not a lover of children. Forgive me for misunderstanding Teddy. Help me to love him more.” The next morning Jean Thompson arrived in class a changed teacher, and Teddy Stoddard was a changed boy. She tutored him so he could catch up with the other students. She looked for things she might praise him for, no matter how small. He had never encountered that kind of love before, and he blossomed under her care. At the end of the year, Teddy graduated into the next grade, but Mrs. Thompson received notes from her student for many years after that. The last one read, “Dear Mrs. Thompson: You can now call me Theodore J. Stoddard, M.D. Would you ever have believed it? By the way I’m getting married July 26th, and I would love for you to come. You can sit where my mother would have sat. You’re all the family I have. My dad died this year. Hope to see you soon. Love, Teddy.” Teddy was saved by love. And so are we.
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