I just got wine glasses that I love and am obsessed with, and a friend broke one last weekend. Then I broke one today, washing it. I haven’t even owned them for a month!
I was sad, but then I asked myself what the alternative was: they sit on my wine rack unused and unbroken?
Standing over the sink picking out broken glass pieces, I started laughing at myself. The same could be said of a heart: what’s the alternative to loving? Sitting inside my person unused but unbroken?
No, you use the wine glasses and you open the heart.
A different kind of Feel Good Friday … but grateful I broke the glass, in a way, as a reminder … okay, maybe that’s a stretch.