I am beautifully broken. I am the pieces of a shattered bowl repaired by gold. I am more beautiful because I was broken. During a worship night a friend of mine gave this word and it struck me right in the heart. This is beautiful analogy. I have been broken, but my heavenly father picked me up and put me back together again. I am now more beautiful because I have those scars and cracks. Those times that I was shattered were the moments that shaped me. Those deepest, darkest times were the times that gave me the immense compassion and love for others that I now have. God has repaired me with gold. Yes, I am beautifully broken.