Cracks Bring Light


When you found her

She wasn’t looking for a hero to save her.

She wasn’t a project in need of repair.

She wasn’t looking for a rock

She had a Jesus

She wasn’t needing direction from you or correction for being her

She was a beautiful mosaic

Put back together after being shattered in a million pieces

Those cracks you see as flaws or imperfections

They are who she is

They represent her strength

The battles she fought and won

The tears she cried

Those cracks allow her light to shine

They allow her to empathize with those in pain

They allow her to be kind

They allow her to shine her love and warmth upon another

They allow her to be her

Those cracks are what make her who she is

Yet you continue to put patches on these cracks

You tell her to be real, to be herself

While you place the patches over her cracks

Trapping her inside.

Each crack you patch you devalue a piece of her

You are telling her that she should feel ashamed and not

Proud that she was able to put all those shattered pieces

Together with His grace and mercy

Do you not see the beauty that someone could shatter

Yet put herself back together and become whole?

That she could use her brokenness to radiate her light into a dark world

Do you not see the strength it would take to give of herself so freely

After working so hard to make herself whole?

To be willing to sacrifice the world she exist in and willing to take her fragileness

To be placed in your hands?

The more patches that are placed over her cracks,

She loses sight of who she has worked so hard to become.

Did her light shine to bright for you?

Did it make you feel undeserving of her?

For each crack you cover,

She loses her light until eventually it is trapped within

No light will escape

She hides in her darkness

Drowning in the sorrow of her tears

She continues to stand for who she is

But you do not hear it behind the desire of you own needs and wants

She continues to scream out as you place patches over who she is

She cries out to you

As she slowly sinks

Yet you just stand there continuing to place patches on what’s left of her cracks

The cracks of her very being, the real her

The weight of the repair starts to become heavy

Your pride and ego become her anchor

The winds of constant change, churn the waters into chaos

The storm rages, reaching to grab on to safety or stability but its no where to be found

And yet you wonder why she can’t just swim

You are taking away her existence

Her value and her worth

You place wordly needs, wants and desires ahead of her

Your pride drowns out her cries

You stand there and watch her sink

Your choices and decisions have become her anchor in the sea of her tears

And as you stand there and watch her sink, screaming for her to swim

She can’t

You patched up her light, her strength, her being

Those patches weigh her down

And she is schakled by the pain and her burning desire to please you

She would rather drown to spend one more moment with you

Than to risk living without you.

This love you show her

Is one that says I love you for that you can become

Just after I put a few more patches here.

The strength she exhibits is a strength you cannot phathom

But dismiss because it is not a reflection of your own.

She gives you her vulnerablilty as she continues to drown

and yet you chose to hide behind your walls protecting your pride.

Do you see her? The beautiful masterpiece she had become?

Or do you let your selfishness and pride push her aside.













Mr. Fix It

She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed her husband also and he praises her, Many woman do noble things, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised, honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.  Proverbs 31: 26-31


You want to fix her, do you? What shall you fix?

Will you take her soft heart and make it hard?

Will you take her depth and make her shallow?

Will you take her love and make it lust?

Do you not cherish her faithfulness, when cheating has become the norm?

Will you patch the cracks you think are flaws or imperfections?

Will you mold her to what world tells you she should be?

What is it you seek to fix?

Will you change her values into deceit?

Will you turn her honesty and transparency to lies?

Will you take her vulnerability and make it stone?

Will you take the emotions she uses to love you and make her cold?

Instead of building you up and putting you on a pedestal would you rather her devalue you and tear you down?

Will you turn her ability to sacrifice into selfishness?

What do you seek to fix?

She is rare, she is not in need of repair but to be embraced.

Her value is worth more than rubies.

If you are seek to mold her into a woman of the world, please do not.

If the woman you want is what you seek to fix in her

You can find a million without having to put in the effort to repair.

Would you rather a ruby, strong in foundation its form does not change regardless of the pressure? Its value does change based on the hands that holds it, it will always be rare of value.

Or clay that is molded by the world, that constantly changes form trying to constantly be like that of the world? It does not hold form and has no value, its value is only based on that which molds it.

What is it you seek to fix? Why fix something that is not broken?

A ruby is not meant to be molded for it is a treasure, with each attempt to mold it, it begins to shatter.

Clay was meant to be molded, never bold enough to be its own form. It can be whatever you want it to be, but clay can be found anywhere.