Broken Things

Beautiful thoughts from my dear friend, Sarah. ❤



My mother-in-law, Mercy, cherishes beautiful things.  As newlyweds, her husband, Jack, was stationed in Germany with the United States Army.  Adventurous and free, she loved taking the train all over Europe, exploring and gradually and carefully selecting beautiful things:  Hand-crafted clocks, hardwood furniture, and artisan vases.  Although the most precious thing she eventually brought home from overseas was her firstborn baby, Marc, she still meticulously packaged those lovely pieces of art so that they would survive the precarious journey over land and sea to their new home in America.

That precious son grew and six siblings followed.  Most people with a house-full of kids would lock up their precious possessions, protecting them from the rough handling of little hands, but Mercy didn’t want to live in a world of plastic just because she was a mother.  Instead, she taught her children from the time they were tiny how to properly care for “pretty things.”  The “pretty things” were proudly…

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