I can’t say I really even like this word, but it’s the one that sums of life at the present moment. So much is broken and in need of repair: thinking, believing, knowing, trusting, doing – they’re broken, so very fragile.
But there is another broken that speaks of life, of freedom, of grace, and restoration. It is the broken body of Christ.
This Broken One is He who shields me in the storm.
This Broken One is He who is my Redemption, Healing, Hope, Belonging, and Love.
Because He is alive, my being broken no longer causes my eternal demise. In fact, being broken leads me to living fully from God who holds me together.
So I don’t have it all together. That’s okay. The dreams didn’t happen that way I thought they should. That’s okay. The marriage didn’t come. The dream wedding hasn’t happened. No children have been birthed from this body, and it’s all okay because, though wrecklessly broken, I’m complete. I am already whole.
I have a Shalom (nothing missing; nothing broken) that defies explanation. That doesn’t mean the human desire has gone away. For me it means I can live in the broken knowing I’m put and held together by a gracious God who knows what I need. And that’s okay.
Broken doesn’t mean bad. This is the broken that leads to the way of the holy.
I am grateful.
The song from Gateway Worship always reminds me that even in the broken place, God loves me and is for me! All He Says I Am from Gateway Worship
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