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In a season of my own brokenness, I came upon the art of Kintsugi. When I held the once broken teacup with beautiful gold fracture lines illuminating its scars, I knew in my hands; I held a piece of God's heart.
Everything about the art; the brokenness, the gathering of seemingly unusable shards, the long process of restoration, and the dusting of gold over its scars sang a redemption song I could not quiet and knew I must explore.
When I created my first bowl laced in gold, I felt God whisper, "Reveal my glory in this art of broken pieces."
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