Five Minute Friday

Broken

July 26, 2013

I see them in the garden, bits of broken fencing in their hands, dirt crusted up underneath their nails. They’re red-faced and sweaty, and oblivious to the late hour. Meanwhile, dinner rolls and boils on the stove. It’s time to shut this day down.

I watch them quiet there in the kitchen, and it’s clear, they are utterly lost. they build and work together, I see one running for more water, another pushes the Tonka truck over with clay in the bed. They scoop ad smooth and dampen and press, together–without squawk or fuss. This is rare, a moment to imbed deep in the folds of my brain.

And my heart.

Broken

It doesn’t look like much, just a bunch of broken sticks strung together with old garden twine and clay, but I see something.

“What are you making?” I finally ask them. I’ve left the stove and come out among them with my camera to see this up close.

“It’s a fence” the oldest one assures me. He’s proud of their labor.

The girls circle around me, and my middle-man quietly steps aside. He’s always stepping aside–I urge him back into the frame.

I can smell the summer on these kids, the earth smudged across noses and up legs, streaked across sweaty foreheads and the backs of their arms.

It looked like trash to me, all of those broken wood pieces. They found treasure and created something out of nothing.

I saw all that was broken–they saw what it could become.

 

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36 Comments

  • Reply Tonya July 26, 2013 at 3:37 am

    Oh yes… “I saw all that was broken – they saw what it could become” And sometimes when I look at myself in my brokenness that is all I can see… and Jesus comes and reminds me of all that I can be… with Him. Thank you for these sweet words friend.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:36 pm

      Yes, Tonya. So thankful that jesus sees the potential. Praying for his eyes always to see what is underneath. God bless you, my friend.

  • Reply Cheli Armstrong Sigler July 26, 2013 at 4:01 am

    Love it– especially the last line. Thanks for your words! #fmfparty

  • Reply Leigh Kay July 26, 2013 at 4:11 am

    Oh gorgeous-soul-sister…what love. I adore this. I miss you, just so you know. Miss our shared voices together over characters and keys and updates. I am so happy to read the words that pour from you.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:36 pm

      Missing you too, sweet friend. I pray all is well with you–God bless your weekend!

  • Reply Andi Gould July 26, 2013 at 4:18 am

    I feel like that with my life often. I’m taking, what looks to others as, a pile of trash and trying to turn it into beauty. And every time God sees it as beautiful! Thank you for your words tonight. Happy Friday, friend!

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:37 pm

      I love how God does that–resurrection, new life for what we thought was a throw-away. Such grace! God bless you, Andi.

  • Reply Laura @ Pruning Princesses July 26, 2013 at 4:42 am

    I love how you capture the creative moments that children create–how they spend hours with sticks and create fences or horse stables or fairy kingdoms. And in those moments they don’t stop to fight and we do want to cement it in our brain.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:38 pm

      Indeed. Thanks, Laura for reading and encouraging me, blessings to you!

  • Reply Tammy Perlmutter July 26, 2013 at 5:13 am

    I never want to lose that gift of seeing what something could become, which explains my massive collection of found treasures from all over the country that one day, I will make into a work of art.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:38 pm

      I can’t wait to see that work of art, Tammy. I know it will be amazing. I miss you–we need to catch up. XO

  • Reply Ingrid Lochamire July 26, 2013 at 5:40 am

    Beautiful picture of the gift of children. You want to freeze the moment. They grow up all too fast — and go on to build real fences. Thanks for capturing this moment.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:39 pm

      Thanks for reading and encouraging, Ingrid. So grateful for you!

  • Reply Emily July 26, 2013 at 5:55 am

    Beautiful picture of what broken can become if we look for it.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:39 pm

      thanks, Emily. My kids continually teach me to open my eyes. What a gift.

  • Reply Rebekah Straw July 26, 2013 at 7:41 am

    Such a beautiful word picture. Children have so much to teach us if we will only listen!

    • Reply Gretchen Louise July 26, 2013 at 10:18 pm

      I love seeing you pop up on my friends’ blogs, cousin. 😉

      • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:40 pm

        ah, you’re family? Awesome. 🙂

        • Reply Gretchen Louise July 26, 2013 at 10:42 pm

          I like to think I was the reason Rebekah started doing Five Minute Friday…or at least remembered to do it while she was at my house earlier this summer. 😉

          • Rebekah Straw July 27, 2013 at 6:50 am

            You were a big part of it, yes. 😉

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:40 pm

      yes! I am constantly learning from them! Thanks for reading, Rebekah.

  • Reply christie elkins. July 26, 2013 at 1:48 pm

    Gosh I love reading your work! I feel like I am “there” in the midst. Beautiful!

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:41 pm

      Oh Christie. You are always so sweet to me. You do not know how grateful I am for your encouragement!! What a gift you are.

  • Reply Give Peas A Chance Blog July 26, 2013 at 3:03 pm

    beautiful FMF post!! love FMF!

  • Reply Tresta Payne July 26, 2013 at 5:18 pm

    I love it. I love the creativity and your enjoyment of it and I love your middle-man trying to hide – so much like mine.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:42 pm

      Thanks, Tresta. You bless me, kind friend.

  • Reply Amy Tilson July 26, 2013 at 5:58 pm

    Beautiful, Kris! Takes me back and forward all at the same time. Broken can be exactly right at times.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:43 pm

      Yes, sometimes broken is *exactly* right. I’m learning to embrace this more. blessings, sweet Amy! XO

  • Reply Gretchen Louise July 26, 2013 at 10:18 pm

    Oh I love this! Sounds just like my little ones.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 10:44 pm

      🙂 I am sure so many Moms can relate. it’s such fun to watch them interact like that!

  • Reply Kimberlee Conway Ireton July 26, 2013 at 10:52 pm

    Beautiful, Kris! That last line especially–wow.

    • Reply Kris Camealy July 26, 2013 at 11:26 pm

      Thanks, Kimberlee. So lovely to see you here.

  • Reply Laura Hedgecock July 26, 2013 at 11:40 pm

    Beautiful post and insight. Love it!

    Laura Hedgecock
    http://www.TreasureChestofMemories.com
    http://www.twitter.com/LauraLHedgecock

  • Reply Carol Hulin July 27, 2013 at 3:54 am

    I like the last line too: “I saw all that was broken – they saw what it could become”. We (I) so need to see things from a child’s perspective. Thank you for this….

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