Several years ago, my grandma, an artist, sculpted a beautiful scuplture of a man & a woman.
It was an engagement gift for Raul and I. But when it shipped, it arrived broken.
But even broken, it was still a masterpiece.
Because it's sentimentality hadn't changed.
The attention to detail was still in tact.
You could still decipher the beautiful vision the artist had for what she created.
It was just broken...not destroyed
I've often likened that story to you and me and God.
We are his masterpieces. And sometimes, we break.
But we're still a wonderfully-made creation filled with wonderful potential.
Because our brokenness does not effect our masterpiece-ness!
for more on this, read Psalm 139