Encourage me much. Even broken crayon still color.
The other day at a store I saw a sign that read, “Even broken crayons still color.” I had to stop for a second…or two…maybe a few minutes pondering on that statement. I stood there in a busy isle of a department store taking up space with my eyes closed as I repeated each word out loud. It was one of those powerful AHA moments that anyone can witness looking at you. I was having an epiphany and two other ladies in the same isle stood staring at the same sign. And, even though none of us spoke, we each took with us something from those words.
How many times haven’t we shattered into million pieces? How many times haven’t we believed, in that state of desperation, that we have no shine; that we aren’t worth it; that life is over in that brokenness? Those small fragments in us mend…
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