These have been by my side door for a few weeks…gently and intentionally placed there by my daughter’s boyfriend.

“I found these in the yard,” he shouted one morning when he was visiting a few weeks ago.

“Aren’t they beautiful? So weird the scattered glass and clay out there in the dirt. I wonder how long these have been there and where they came from. The colors though! So awesome.”

I snapped this photo yesterday and have been mulling over the beauty and simplicity of it ever since.

And here now, at this moment, I marvel at the young love between my daughter and her boyfriend; and am grateful for his capacity to see the color and beauty in the brokenness.

I am grateful my children have partners who love them.

“We all have cracks and tears and shattered glass within our souls.

Some have more than others. We do not wish to seek one who has none; but we wish to find the one who can say “look at me, look at this.”

We wish to find the one who sees every bit of broken glass and who will put those pieces into the palms of our hands and say “please keep them.”

~C. JoyBell C.