Beauty in brokenness, but not from the start. Remoulded by the Potter, though perceived by others, as trash to discard! It once had its use, till life dealt it blows; misused, abused, displaced then replaced, it seemed in the world it no longer had a place!
The Potter saw much more, awesome beauty in the brokenness, that no other perceived. With the Master’s touch, value was highlighted where worth had been eroding: trashed translated to treasured with the touch divine! Healing and wholeness, infused with light and newness of life! Refined, redefined and filled with new wine.
Highly treasured, greatly favoured! Without the brokenness there would have been no room for the gold that made it bold.