Friday...

What does it mean to be broken?

How do I know I am broken?

There is a saying “If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it”.

I know I am broken because I constantly need to be fixed.

I am learning that is OK to be broken and that it is OK to be fixed…

Fixed and forgiven..and the ways that I am fixed astound me.

My husband, even after I have spoken sharply still wants to sit next to me on the couch.

My kids, even after I have scolded because something wasn’t done “the right way, still want to talk to me.

My God, even after all these things still wants to love me.

 

Why do these broken patterns repeat themselves?

It is an ongoing battle—and certainly being broken is much easier—because it has become a habit.

Am I the only one out there that struggles with this?

How can I turn the broken into the beautiful?

 

Like anything in life, looking at the entire picture—the entire 42 years of my life is too much.

Too much to take in, so I don’t take any of it in.

What if I try to just take a little piece, a small crumb?

Focus on that for a few days and see what happens?

 

This is my way to help fix heal the broken.

 

But without the broken, we would never see the beautiful—and thus never see the blessings.