This Spring, I went to lunch with a college roommate who I hadn't seen in years. The conversation swerved to include some mutual friends whose marriage had just fallen apart. She turned to me and said, in essence, that all marriages are hard at some point or another. There was no getting around it. I just didn't believe it.
And then I did.
That's when I discovered something I had known, but not really known. It is a universal truth across time and culture.
We are all broken.
I began this fabric shop on Etsy about a year and a half ago. I had begun working for another shop on Etsy, sewing, and I was getting overrun by fabric scraps--piles of them. That is the result of not wanting to throw away anything useful. So, I decided to open up a store front. I liked the name, "Our Life in Scraps" because it has the connotation of community--we need each other. We inspire each other by our creativity and we take those scraps of our life and make something beautiful.
Selvages are the bottom of the barrel when it comes to the scrap world. They were once just thrown away, not considered useful at all. My selvages and I have been keeping good company, as of late. When I think of how broken I am--when life turns our different than I expected or relationships go south unexpectedly--I can relate to those piles of selvages. It's hard to fight against those recordings on our head that tell us lies about being unworthy, or not beautiful, or not wanted.
But we are. We need to think on what is true. Phil 4:8 says "Whatever is true...think on these things." We are beautiful. No matter what.