Pulling a glass out of the dishwasher a bit too quickly, it caught the counter top on the way up. Clink. Another broken glass. Thankfully not shattered, but a huge crack left it unusable. Sigh. We started our home with a dozen or so new, square-shaped glasses. Today we are down to five of the originals, and three Coke glasses from McDonald's that I hate, but The Hubs likes.
"Why do they keep breaking?" I wonder aloud.
"They have been through the heat of the dishwasher a thousand times." The Hubs responds as he cleans up our toddler. "They are more easy to break now."
And I ponder that. How much have we been through? The ups and downs of marriage, the disappointments, the losses, the challenges, the closed doors. All of these dispensing their pressures and heat on our lives. Will we break as well? Some marriages chip, some marriages shatter, but some remain in tact despite the adversity.
I think about all we have learned and how we have grown because of the trials, the pressures, the fires. We will not be shattered like glass or chipped like pottery. We are being refined like silver.