Getting un-broken

IS YOUR spirit broken? You tried everything, gave it all you got, but still… things fell apart. It did not go as you planned.

You came into this world vulnerable and defenseless. And then you got hurt — more times than you can remember. Were you destined to fail?

Maybe part of it was your fault too. The temptation was too great. You tried to do the right thing, but it was too hard to resist. Then you dove head first into places that hurt you — and others.

It all spun out of control. You fell down. You were broken.

If you think you’re not broken, please be careful. You’re more fragile than you think you are.

A hard heart isn’t the same as a strong heart. The strong heart is made of flesh, it’s filled with blood. It feels. And it feels broken sometimes. 

You can remain in your brokenness, all alone. Or… you can rejoice. Why?

Because being broken is being real. It’s human. It’s life. It’s messy and even bloody sometimes.

But within your brokenness a promise remains.

Nobody wants to feel humiliated. Nobody wants to experience shame. But if we admit our brokenness — if we acknowledge our hurt and our sin — then we open the door wide open to healing and freedom.

Or you can close the door, lock it, and shut yourself in tight. Broken, all alone forever — and that’s hell. 

The good Lord rejects no one. But sometimes we’re afraid. We’ve been hurt too many times. We’re ashamed of what we’ve done.

Jesus asks you to give it all to him. He will take it all away from you.

He will take away the condemnation and the shame — so you can be healthy and free.

It’s incredible but true. And this is why he is called the Son of God.

So why not take a chance? Why not trust and believe? Why not accept the forgiveness given and proven to you on the cross? 

Being broken is being real. It’s human. It’s life. It’s messy and even bloody sometimes.

And it can only be healed by love. 

Then when I see the brokenness in others, I’m not so quick to judge.

I know they came into this world vulnerable and defenseless too. They felt hurt. They were ashamed.

Will I condemn them to stay broken forever?

Or will I offer to heal them with love?

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Then your light shall break forth like the dawn, and your wound shall quickly be healed; Your vindication shall go before you, and the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard. Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer, you shall cry for help, and he will say: Here I am!

Isaiah 58:8-9a

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