That every long lost dreamLed me to where you areOthers who broke my heartThey were just northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving armsThis much I know is trueThat God blessed the broken roadThat lead me straight to you
~ Bless the Broken Road, Rascal Flatts
We danced to this song, my high school sweetheart and I, on our wedding day. Surrounded by friends and family, this was the song that we knew was ours. Sweet words of brokenness redeemed sung by two of our best friends, a promise to one another that this road? It was ours now to walk together.
It’s all part of a grander plan.
Sitting here today, it’s still “my” song. I see God at work redeeming my brokenness over and over. In my marriage, in friendships, in work. He has taken me down streets lined with closed doors – roads I thought were simply broken for me. Why did it seem that it those doors opened for everyone else? Why wasn’t it my turn?
And now, I see it. I see that those doors simply weren’t meant for me. That the lessons learned along the broken road have led me to this. To a place where I can dream big, where experiencing good community is healing me from broken community. Not just in friendships but in corporate work settings and church and online. My heart, broken by others, is now broken for Jesus. Those hard roads have chipped away at the hard wall built up and I’ve been left with something patched and scarred.