We made art.
But mostly we celebrated the art that God made when He created each one of us.
At the beginning of the retreat, Kris prayed for God to, “…break us where we need to be broken, heal us where we need to be healed, open our hands and walk us into your storehouses.” And Annie told us about the ancient Japanese art of Kintsugi—a way of repairing something broken. The Japanese artisan would mend the cracks of the object with fine gold.
“You wouldn’t repair something unless it was very valuable,” Annie said. “And the object increased in value because of the repair. Because it was broken.”
This image quickly became ours. Because, as Christine said, “The gift of creative language and metaphor may just very well be God’s love language.”
I arrived dry and brittle but returned home overflowing. I’m still sitting with the wonder of it all. The words are still churning, so I’ll share a few images. My heart is filled with gratitude for the storehouses of God.