Bits and Pieces of Beauty

              I had the joy of being with 40 of my sisters–and my nieces and my daughter and my sister in law–at our Women’s Retreat this weekend. Our Retreat theme was ‘Beauty in Imperfection‘–a theme that resonated most clearly when we set about taking hundreds of bits and pieces of smashed dishes, all sorted by colors, like a rainbow, and put them together to make a mosaic.  
            Our Group Project was a powerful metaphor of the way God takes all our ‘pieces’–the brokenness, the rough edges, the cracks and chips and puts them together with the ‘grout’ of his Holy Spirit to make something of beauty to glorify Him.

Here are some photos of the place, 
the people,the process and the final product:

 

 



The beginning
Getting there………
It was a  beautiful day to be outside!
 
We had a chance to make individual pieces as well:

 
Our finished piece……..
God does truly make everything beautiful–
our brokenness, our mismatched pieces–in his time and in His way.
(notice the little tiny plain white piece in the middle with the sorta cross? 
not on purpose…….just a God thing,I think)
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Linking with Kelli for Unforced Rhythms
Lyli at Thought Provoking Thursday
Emily at Imperfect Prose
and Playdates with God, ’cause Laura asked

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