I’ve come to accept the truth that I’m broken. Bits of past, present, future scattered together – insecurities and strengths mixing, fighting. I’ve tried to piece it all together, to find ways to glue the brokenness together to feel whole and secure. I’ve read all the books, done all the Bible studies, said all the prayers and at the end of the day? There are still weak spots.
But in the glorious grace of a God who loves me enough to have sacrificed His son for my life – He has a purpose and a use for every single one of those fractures. Those are the places He is rebuilding, those are the signs of His work in my heart and my life. Those are the very places where He asks me to become vulnerable and invite others into my life because I finally admit that I’m scared. I can’t do it all. I feel left out. Incapable. And when I do that – when I go to Him in my most broken moments, He doesn’t promise me quick fixes and easy answers.
He simply holds me together.
You are loved more than you could possibly imagine by a God who cherishes you so much that His own Son died and came to life again. For you. When all the things you try to make sense of this life fall apart and when we choose to focus vertically instead of horizontally, you will be held together.
I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and the Five Minute Friday writers today – if you’re stopping by from the link-up, welcome!