There are days in which broken beats hard against my life forcing me to face what I’d rather run from…
running from the pain I hear in words spoken
running from the broken pieced back together messy
running from the hurt misunderstood and misunderstanding hurt in those I long to help
running from the cry of broken God has placed in my life, especially when their needs seem so daunting
It would be easy to turn and run fast from the broken lives that mark up my world.
Lots of us do it, especially with painted faces, pretty hair, and just the right Pinterest fashion masking the cracked open wounds all over all of our bodies.
But my dad once told me a story about how when others saw the broken and wrong and injustice, they didn’t do anything about it. It left a mark on my own broken heart. I waited and searched and hunted down others looking for someone to do something to heal my own wounds. They came up short. I made a vow I wouldn’t. I continued to search for a healer of all things broken.
I soon discovered that broken souls can’t fix broken hearts.
But there is One who was broken who can.
He is the one who redeemed my broken mess with His blood shed on the cross and body hung on my behalf.
Jesus, my Lord and Savior, rescued my broken life, healing it full up with His love and showing me that even though I’m broken, I’m fit to be His vessel of love and truth.
I can let His mercy and grace pour out of my cracks and bring hope to those needing a bit of the same. It’s not how I thought I’d fulfill the vow. But it’s better than I ever dreamed.