Broken Cups

Hello all,

I just recently got back on Facebook from a 15 day Ban. Now I don't know Why, never did find out Why , they banned me. I never Swore, posted porn, or Threatened anyone..

Well, it kinda "broke my Spirit and hurt my Feelings a lot." ( Which is my issue. I guess Face Book has it's own reasons. )

That got me thinking as I looked at a couple of Broken Cups I have. Beautiful antique Cups. Lots of Stories and Memories attached. Both from Sets owned by my Mom and Dad.

Those cups were broken , and damaged, but still beautiful. You have to look ast the imperfectness. Well, I am like that cup. Fragile, Older than Dirt ( well, not really, I am 54, feel 18 some days, 90 on others)

Like those broken cups, I Patched myself and my hurt feelings back together. I won't be the same. I am scared to post anything now.. I mean what did I do Wrong??? But, I decided, it learn from the experience, try to see the good that came from it.

I got more sewing projects done, I painted a floor, I read other things more. I reflected on what I might have done differently.

I Love my Broken cups, and I embrace them, and I Love myself, imperfections and all. and God loves me imperfections and all, and my husband and my kids and Fur kids love me imperfections and all.

Someday the cups will break and return to the dust from which they came, so will our bodies.. but what we pass on, the lasting beauty and memories will linger on in the thoughts, and hearts of those lives we have touched. and you don't need face book to touch a life and make a difference for the good. That is the Lesson I learned this week. So For all concerned.. I am not mad a Face book. It was a Blessing in Disguise.

But... I am B-a-c-k !

Hugs,
Mary Ann