Broken

I have a shelf in my room that is mounted on a wall. The other side of this wall is right next to the front door. Sometimes if people are in a hurry or having trouble closing the door, they will slam it.

Now smart girl that I am, I have some of my most fragile things on this shelf. So when the door is closed rather forcefully these valuables will come flying of the shelf. Some survive the fall, others aren't so lucky. Last Sunday, a person in my family went rushing out the door and one of these fragiles came tumbling down. This poor ceramic picture frame, previously holding a photo of my father and me, was not one of the lucky ones.

For several days, I just denied it, ignoring the fact that it was lying in pieces on my floor. But yesterday I picked up the pieces and had to mkae a decision - Was I going to throw it away and forget about it? Or was I going to try and glue it back together? And it made me realize that sometimes we have relationships that are like my frame - they are broken.

Sometimes we deny that they are in need of repair and we need to make that hard decision. Will you just toss it away and forget that it ever happened? Or will you actually work at mending it and risk the pain and possibility of it not working out?

It would probably just be easier to forget about, but you have to think forward, would you look back and regret this in years to come?

 Relationships are hard things and take time and work to heal. Are you willing to do what it takes to fix your broken relationships?

I've decided that I'm going to fix my broken frame. What will you do?