This is a story about the Master Potter and his mysterious ways of restoration. When the Japanese mend broken objects, such as broken pottery, they would distinguish and glorify the damage by filling in the cracks with gold. They believe when something has suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. God too works with Gold, his healing color of grace, light, mercy, truth and love. Tales of two broken pieces of Motherhood miraculously bonded together by the Gold of God’s promises… We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. *** It’s Winter break and a 17-year-old girl finds herself at a college party. She has no cares in the world - the only thing on her mind is having fun. She is getting close to finishing up her junior year of high school and then she will be a senior! Just one more year after that and she is outta there! Maybe to this coll...
~ I always thought of you. Imagined you. Would go back to you again and again in my mind... …in my heart. But you never knew I was here. You could not hope for me. You could not dream of me. You never knew the little girl who was thinking of you... Not even as you took your last breath. ~ Carole In October of 2005 I found my biological father from another Internet search. But this time, unlike my search for my biological mother, I purposefully set out to find and make personal contact with him. From another’s perspective it would appear I was fearless in my pursuit. Whatever tentativeness of further rejection I treaded upon in my previous search for my mother had vanished. But in reality, I think I was acting on a righteous indignation…how dare the man who had created me not even know I exist? *** My biological mother was not overly eager to be forthcoming about my father. But I don’t think this was because she was being secretive, rather ...