I broke my Porcelain figurine this morning. The figurine was made in Occupied Japan. He is holding a Shamisen. I treasured the ornament. It fell off of my nightstand and hit a rock. I collect rocks, and the rocks were under my nightstand.
I don’t have broken things in my life. If a plate breaks I throw it away. I will not glue together something that is broken. I do not want to see something that is damaged. I do not want to be reminded that something bad happened. I only want objects in my life that are complete, whole and undamaged.
I walked over to the garbage can to throw away the broken ornament. As I was about to place it in the garbage can I noticed a small dot of gold paint on the top of the figurines hat. I felt sad for the musician who was made in Occupied Japan. I did not want to throw it away. The statue had value. I placed the top piece back on the bottom of the figurine, to see how noticeable the damage was. From the front of the statue you could not see it was broken, but from behind there was a chip missing.
I am the broken figurine. I want to be fixed. I want to be repaired and glued back together. I do not want to be discarded because I am broken. I do not want to be thrown away because I am not perfect. When I was standing by the garbage can holding the statue I thought of the song, or was it a bible verse? about God heals the broken-hearted.
I will glue the musician who was made in Occupied Japan back together. I will place him on my nightstand as a reminder that God healed my broken heart, and bound my wounds. I will not throw away the statue. The chip missing on the back of the figurine will remind me that my wounds are bound.
I will also move my rocks.
