Friday, March 9, 2012

Whole & Broken


It always seems to me a wee bit tragic to crack eggs open.
Whole, they are perfection.
I love their shape, their range of calm colors,
the way their matte shells play with light,
their smooth roundness in my hands.

But,
whether they are fertilized and warmed
or cartoned and chilled,
they only fulfill their destiny of nourishment 
when they're broken. 

I've been thinking about forgiveness.
My friend Julie told me that I need to forgive someone.
She's right. 
We often hear how we need to forgive
in order to be whole. 
That's true.
But why does forgiveness feel like 
breaking open
when someone has really, really hurt me
and hasn't asked for pardon
even when I tried to move
toward restoration?

Maybe my silent breaking
will nourish a chance of new life
for that person.
Maybe that freedom from who I want her to be,
my making peace with who she is,
is as much about 
her redemption 
as it is 
about mine?

I'm thinking,
maybe,
it's good to be 
cracked.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Becca, this is beautiful. - Carla

Charis said...

thank you for this reminder! only with God's grace I can be broken...

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The Girl with One Painted Nail said...

So I hate to be weird since you don't know me. But I was very excited when I happened to stumble across your blog, because I was Carol's roomate last summer at Living Waters! She talked about her sisters ALL the time, and you've commented on some of my pictures of her from there on facebook, so I reconized you. :) It's a small world I guess. (My name is Shiloh by the way.) And great job with your blogging, very well written and thought provoking!