Whenever I hear the word broken, I usually think it refers to something that can be fixed, usually using some sort of adhesive, like tape or glue. Using my artistic background, I’ve become pretty good at fixing things. I’m one of those people who has often been called “crafty” and “artsy fartsy” by friends. It’s not hard for me to identify the resources needed to fix something to where it’s barely noticeable when finished. It might involve a little custom matched touch-up paint but when I get done, it’s usually as good as new. However, this spring, no amount of adhesive or touch up paint could repair the brokenness that we faced in our marriage. The only remedy for THIS fix was to lay all the jagged and shattered pieces in the wide open a leave it up to someone with much greater power, to put it back together. Of course, we would need the help of others to help us sort through the pieces…sort of like dividing up your edge pieces from your center pieces in a puzzle, but ultimately, the assembly had to come from the hand of God, himself.

What will follow is our journey of putting down our touch-up paint and glue and allowing God to put our pieces of brokenness back together in His way. I have chosen to share our story in hopes that others will see that God can redeem even the most hopeless of marriages. Keep in mind that we are still on our journey of healing and do not yet know what our final sculpture will look like, but if you would like to join us, we invite you along.