Can broken be made whole again?
Is broken less than whole?
Is repaired less than whole?
Brokenness is part of life. Not the good part, perhaps, but there is good even in—or at least from—brokenness. “Scars have stories,” Dan Allender says.
I just read an encouragement to story. (I like the idea of story as verb.) But what story? What scar? What death? What brokenness?
[This entry was written—and interrupted—the second morning of a trip to a conference. I guess whole doesn’t have to be long!]