Excerpt from A WIDOW’S MIGHT by Jan Thompson –
“About two weeks after the death of my husband, my mother turned and accidentally knocked a cup from my hand and it shattered to the floor.
The cup was a beautiful chintz-ware cup, and I hated to lose it, but it was much more than that. It had been the last cup my husband drank from before his death. Every time I would serve him the tea I hoped would heal him, or bring him the soup I believed might cure him, it was in this beautiful cup. When it shattered to the floor, so did my already fragile spirit. I stood staring at the broken pieces wondering what to do about it. it was pretty much what I was doing with the brokenness of my life. My life had been so beautiful; holding the contents of purpose, laughter, companionship, love and so many things. Now it, too, lay shattered at my feet. What would I ever do about my life or this cup? I thought, ‘Father, if it be the will, remove this cup from me.’
I picked up the pieces of the cup and put them in a plastic bag. I remembered a lady I had met who made jewelry from broken china. I called her and told her about the cup. She instructed me to send it to her and she would make something beautiful out of it.
A few weeks later I received a package in the mail. Inside were heart shaped pins and a magnificent bracelet from the shards of that cup. My heart swelled at the sight of such beauty made from brokenness. I would be able to use his cup to adorn our daughters, his mother, and myself. Our daughters wear their pins proudly, as does his mother. Seldom do I wear the bracelet that someone does not comment on its unique beauty. I tell them the story of where it came from and they are blessed by hearing of such a beautiful man, and I am blessed by the telling.
This has been an inspiration to me. I know that as I look upon the shattered pieces of what is left of my life since the death of my husband, I can gather up the pieces, those beautiful pieces of a life shared, and hand them over to God and that He will make something beautiful again. What used to be just a cup is now jewelry that adorns the lives of several women. God does that; He multiplies beauty into new purposes and uses them like we never imagined. He did not take the cup from me, but made it into something that could be shared.”