FMF: Complete

 When I think of the word complete, I can't help but think back to when I was pregnant with Alivia. We just found out we were having girl number three. It wasn't long before people started asking "Are you going to try again for a boy?" I can't remember now what I would reply, but looking back, I would like to think I said something about our family being perfectly complete with our three girls. 

Even today I see posts when someone has one of each gender and people comment on how they have completed their family, as if mine is somehow less complete because I have no sons. It is something that still makes me upset. My family is perfect and complete just the way we are. 

Jesus came to earth to complete his work so that we could join him in heaven. On the cross he told us that - it is finished. His job here on earth was done. He died so that we wouldn't have to go through all the old testament rules to be with him. All we have to do is ask him to come into our lives, to complete us. His work in our lives makes us complete. All those flaws that we see in ourselves (the divorce, the depression, the constant need for approval, constant anxiety) and he fills those, takes what we were and makes us even more. I think of the ancient Chinese art form of Kintsugi. They literally fill in the cracks with gold. It makes for incredible art pieces. I like to think of myself as a piece of Kintsugi pottery. Before I was pretty much just a broken person, a broken vessel, but Jesus came along and filled in those cracks, didn't make them disappear, but made them into something beautiful. The cracks in my life now tell a story of God's work in me.