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 thoughts on “Broken

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. 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!

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

  7. 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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