I told my dad how it made me feel to see the trees on the farm broken like that. He just looked at me, hazel-green eyes calm, and said, "I just think it's nature's way of encouraging new growth."
Through my tears several weeks ago, my mom took me on a walk through the woods on the farm, and showed me little shoots growing up from the ground. It was this same idea: bright new green growing from soggy brown composting leaves.
Now, I'm not going to go looking for reasons to be broken. But when it comes, I can see this is what it does: makes a painful break, and then, after time, cracks open your heart to new life. Makes beauty from brokenness.