To be beautifully broken...
Sometimes God allows us to be beautifully broken, so the masterpiece He creates can reveal the full power of His healing, His deliverance, and His restoration. To be beautifully broken… I know what it means to walk through divorce.To struggle financially.To have a car repossessed and be evicted.I know the heartbreak of losing a child.I know the trauma of physical and sexual assault.I know what it feels like to be lied on, talked about, slandered, and misjudged. I know what it feels like to pray for everyone else’s children while your own child is fighting addiction and perversion.I know what it feels like to stand on the edge of suicide, barely holding on.I know what it feels like to lose a father—the steady voice who shaped your life.I know the sting of rejection, betrayal, abandonment, and being dropped by the very people who said they loved you.I know the weight of fear and anxiety when it squeezes you in a chokehold. And yet… After all of this, I now understand what it means to be beautifully broken. I know what it looks like when a loving, sovereign God picks up shattered pieces and fits them together with divine precision.I know what it feels like to be held together by His unfailing love.I know the peace that settles over you when it should’ve been impossible.I know the tender touch of a God who wipes tears you never thought would stop falling.I know what it means for Him to snatch you from the grip of death and breathe new life into your lungs. I now know deeply, fully, undeniably, what it means to be beautifully broken. Because broken in His hands is never the end of the story.It’s the beginning of the masterpiece.