Broken Pottery

“Are you kidding me, ARE YOU kidding ME?!?!?! Why was my mug sitting so close to the edge of the cabinet?????” are the words that that resonate so vividly every time I think about a broken dish or piece of pottery in my home. 

There have been a number of mishaps of pottery/glassware in my house, especially the fate of one of the nice blue pottery mixing bowls that were wedding presents, ugh. Back to the mug though . . . . You see to me it was a vintage children’s mug with a nice Noah’s Ark scene. To my husband it was memories of his childhood, his Nana and drinking “coffee” (aka hot chocolate). He was so upset, a piece of his childhood gone so fast. I just could not understand why he would not let me just order another one on a site like eBay and then the would memories remain intact.

You see, when we are troubled, hurt or broken inside we are like the broken mug. When our brokenness sets in, a piece of us is hurt and can’t just be put back together with words, thoughts, or actions. Our soul may never remain the same, even if we fill the brokenness with something else of the world. Just like my husbands mug could not simply be replaced by ordering a new one. The mug remains broken in pieces (maybe even still in pieces in our cabinet). It was more than mug, it was memories.

When the event or thing that caused our brokenness has passed with time, is temporarily forgotten or gone it still remains a part of our soul – a part of our story. Even as a part of our story the brokenness does not have to remain as a negative piece of us. 

While I’m not versed on Japanese traditions or Japanese anything, I did read once the Japanese mend and repair broken pottery with gold. They celebrate the significance of highlighting the repair as a symbol of rebirth instead of seeing the piece’s purpose as lost or ended at the time of breakage.  They believed it the repair with gold enhanced the piece’s beauty, rarerity, and made it more valuable.

(For those interested in the facts of this I found you this link: Japanese Pottery Art Form )

Friends, we can become like pottery mended with gold. Our gold is Jesus, he comes into our souls and mends the very parts of us that are broken. He fills the cracks with His life-giving spirit. He ensures that the broken pieces are not left hiding in the cabinet. He covers them with the richest heavenly gold making us purposeful again, more beautiful, and more valuable. 

My personal prayer: Dear Lord in your mercy and grace, come take the broken pieces of my soul from their hiding places and put them back together with your heavenly gold. Let me realize that my service and purpose has not ceased at the point of breakage, but rather can be repaired and be a part of my story. Restore my soul to be more purposeful and valuable for your will and plans. In your holy name, Amen.



I'm a far from perfection perfectionist serving a perfect Jesus. I'm a pastor's wife, mom of two children, and a full-time career woman. I love volunteering and socializing. Pearls, diamonds, sequins, dresses, leggings, jeans, t-shirts, pajama pants, boots, and flip flops are some of my favorite things in my closet! I love most things vintage and I'm a self-described "old soul". My blog will serve mostly as an outlet to share what's on my heart and mind. However, there will be times I'll keep it lighthearted and fun with information on craft projects, fun social events, interesting facts, and entertaining. As a Southern woman, I love good food and good times with friends and family!

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