Kintsugi is the Japanese art of mending flaws of broken pottery with costly liquid gold. The breakage and repair then become part of the history of the piece and celebrate its beauty in a new and more valuable way.

 

God’s redemptive grace to me is his art of covering my sins and imperfections with the costly blood of his Son’s sacrifice. My brokenness and repair then become part of my history and there is a new beauty and priceless value change within me.

 

Watch for the gleam of liquid gold binding together these fragments of King David’s life:

 

At his beginning

 

…God said,

    ‘I have found David

     son of Jesse,

     a man after my own heart.

He will do everything I want him to do.’

Acts 13:22

 

 

At his middle (God’s words)

 

…The Lord, the God of Israel, says:

    I anointed you king of Israel

     and saved you from the power of Saul.

 

I gave you your master’s house

    and his wives

     and the kingdoms

     of Israel and Judah.

And if that had not been enough,

    I would have given you much,

     much more.

 

Why, then, have you despised

    the word of the Lord

     and done this horrible deed?

For you have murdered

    Uriah the Hittite

     with the sword

      of the Ammonites

     and stolen his wife.

2 Samuel 12:7-9

 

 

At his middle (David’s words)

 

Wash me clean from my guilt.

Purify me from my sin.

For I recognize my rebellion;

    It haunts me day and night.

Against you,

    and you alone,

     have I sinned.

I have done what is evil

    in your sight.

 

Purify me from my sins,

    and I will be clean;

     wash me,

     and I will be whiter than snow.

Oh, give me back my joy again…

 

The sacrifice you desire

    is a broken spirit.

You will not reject

    a broken and repentant heart,

     O God.

(Psalm 51:2-4; 8; 19)

 

 

At his end (God’s words to and through David)

 

“The Spirit of the Lord

     speaks through me;

      his words are upon my tongue.

 

The God of Israel spoke.

       The Rock of Israel said to me:

 

‘The one who rules righteously,

      who rules in the fear of God, 

       is like the light of morning at sunrise,

       like a morning without clouds,

       like the gleaming of the sun

       on new grass after rain.’

 

Is it not my family

    God has chosen?

Yes, he has made

    an everlasting covenant with me…

(2 Samuel 23:2-5)

 

And, praise be to God, he has made a New Covenant with me.

 

Mama Jan, I’m exhasterated

Really? Why are you exhasterated?

Because I ate ice cream and ate the sprinkles and you said bad words.

Really? What were my bad words?

You said, “Eat your ice cream” (instead of playing with the sprinkles).

So you’re exhasterated.

Yes.

Faith Cora is 2.

 

I want to do what is good,

but I don’t.

I don’t want to do what is wrong,

but I do it anyway.

Romans 7:19

 

The Apostle Paul was in his early 50’s. I wonder if he ever felt exhasterated.

 

I feel exhasterated when a day passes by that hasn’t begun with focused and disciplined prayer time in God’s presence. Because, if I rush into the day without some quiet time with God, the rest of my day never feels like it gets in sync.

 

And I’m older than Faith Cora AND the Apostle Paul.

 

🙂 🙂 🙂

 

Thirty some years ago, after we started our family, I read Dr. James Dobson’s book The Strong Willed Child and loved it. It resonated with me—a balanced approach to parenting that was practical and worked.

 

Recently I saw a quote someone had posted from the preface of his latest book Your Legacy.

 

“For parents who believe passionately in Jesus Christ and anticipate His promised gift of eternal life, there is no higher priority in life than providing effective spiritual training at home. Unless we are successful in introducing our children to Him, we will never see them again in the afterlife.”

 

What a terribly sobering thought.

 

My years of daily parenting are done and I am so grateful that my children walk with the Lord. It’s amazing how quickly those windows and doors of daily hands-on influence closed.

 

But I love knowing that prayer transcends time and distance and God is always listening. I can take the names and faces of those I love to him at any time. And then he, in some unfathomable unearthly way, unleashes his power into our lives.

 

Never stop praying.   (1 Thessalonians 5:17)

 

The first time I heard Chris Rice sing Deep Enough to Dream, I was captivated by the line…

 

…Deep enough to dream in brilliant colors I have never seen…

 

And even now, my imagination stretches and turns trying to imagine colors I’ve never seen.

 

In the early tsunami grief months after Dan was killed, I was broken and nothing felt good. But I tried to be conscious of anything that helped me feel even a little less awful and discovered that happy colors did that.

 

So I began painting my way through the house. My color choices wouldn’t work for everyone, but I’d have to work hard to be bothered about that.

 

Even the names of my colors make me smile: Inchworm (very early morning sunlight on green grass), Soft Camel (soft cozy warm), Pail (as in little blue), Overalls (soft washed denim), Evening Glow (glorious golden evening sunlight), Harvest Sunset (fiery orange red), and Fresh Periwinkle (late evening twilight). I’ve one more room to go and was tickled beyond measure when the color I liked best was named Rich Honey (looks just like it sounds).

 

I’m so grateful God painted this world with color. How incredibly sad it would be to live in shades of gray. And I’m sure hoping and believing my future home has some brilliant colors I have never seen.

 

The wall was made of jasper,

   and the city of pure gold,

     as pure as glass.

The foundations of the city walls

   were decorated with every kind

     of precious stone.

The first foundation was jasper,

   the second sapphire,

     the third agate,

   the fourth emerald, 

     the fifth onyx,

         the sixth ruby,

   the seventh chrysolite,

     the eighth beryl,

         the ninth topaz,

   the tenth turquoise,

     the eleventh jacinth,

        and the twelfth amethyst. 

The twelve gates were twelve pearls,

   each gate made of a single pearl.

The great street of the city was of gold,

   as pure as transparent glass.

Revelation 21:18-21

 

Where can I go from your Spirit?

    Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

    if I settle on the far side of the sea, 

even there your hand will guide me,

    your right hand will hold me fast.

Psalm 139:7-10

 

I love knowing that it’s impossible for me to ever be out of God’s presence. He guides and holds me firm, not to confine me, but to support and keep me safe to him.

One evening while babysitting Faith she disappeared, so I went to check on her.

She was playing and talking to her Lamby on the floor in the back bedroom. Nothing was wrong, but she startled and looked guilty when I opened the door.

I commented that she and Lamby were playing. She immediately pointed her finger to the door and said, “You go in there (out of the room) and shut the door.”

I said, “No, you keep the door open.” (I worry she’ll lock herself in).

She kept her eyes trained on mine, turned her head to the side (while squinting her eyes) and said loudly “That’s NOT my word!!”

I said, “No, that’s not your word, that’s MY word and I’m bigger than you.”

And she replied even louder, “I AM NOT BIGGER THAN YOU.”

I was slightly confused, and giggling to myself, at the turn in our conversation. The louder she argued, the harder it was to tell which side of the argument she was taking. Which makes perfect sense because she’s two years old.

Makes me wonder if sometimes the Lord just shakes his head and smiles at my protestations too.