I have a confession to make….

I’m broken.

My family is broken.

My church is broken.

I live in a town that is broken.

In a state that is broken.

In a country that is broken.

In a world that is broken.

On a planet that is broken.

All broken!

 

I took a walk along the beach with my little ones yesterday morning.  As we looked for treasure that had been washed up from the depths of the ocean the night before I heard my children gleefully shouting, “Look mama, isn’t this one beautiful!”  I looked to see their unearthed fresh from the sea treasures that they were shoveling into their little buckets.

Shells of different sizes and shapes.

Some were broken.  Others were still whole.

I told them to throw out the broken ones and to only look for and keep the whole ones, the ones that were without flaws or imperfections.  I kept one such shell for myself with beautiful tan hues and dark veins running through it and we returned home with our “catch of the day”.Perfect Shell

 

I’m up early this morning and unlike yesterday the clouds are thick over the ocean, the waters are raging, and the rain is falling.  As I look out the window I see the kid’s favorite shells on the table of our deck.  My instructions when we got back to our vacation home were to go through the myriad of shells they found and choose the ones they liked the best to keep.

Funny how kids don’t always listen to our instructions!  As I look out the window I see their favorite picks and among them I see broken shells.  Yes, broken!  I’m reminded again of how I don’t like seeing broken things, broken people, broken relationships and our broken world!  All broken, broken…

So much of my life is “broken” right now.  I’ve spent my life ministering to the brokenness in others while trying to keep away from brokenness in my own life.  I’ve experienced much KidsShellsbrokenness in my past and have run from it in the present, but am beginning to realize that I cannot escape this reality called brokenness.  It is the consequence of living in a sin-stained broken world.   Broken in the garden and it will stay broken until Jesus, the perfect One comes to bring beauty again out of chaos and order out of disorder, and sets up His New Order, His new Kingdom.  And then it hits me….

“The Spirit of the Lord Jehovah is upon me; because Jehovah hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.”  Isaiah 61:1 (ASV Bible)

The promise is for now!  He longs to take the broken, bind it up, and make it beautiful NOW!  In my heart I have known this but it hits me like a cool wave of ocean water washing over me taking the sting out of a harsh summer day.  The broken-beautiful is all around if I would stop running from it long enough to see it! 

 “Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life.”  Psalm 23:6a (The Message Bible)

I must stop running.  I must choose to see the beauty in the brokenness of my life.  Christ’s body was broken and God saw beauty!

19 Taking bread, he blessed it, broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, given (broken) for you.   Luke 22:19 (The Message Bible, Emphasis mine)

What is broken in your life today dear one?  Broken marriage, broken dreams, broken health?  The list is endless.

Will we stop running from brokenness and instead choose to acknowledge and give thanks for our brokenness?

 Is our brokenness safe to give to the One who broke Himself for us?

 

“My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.” Psalm 51:17 (NIV)

 

I’m learning that there is beauty to behold in our own broken lives. Will you choose today with me to stop running and take a moment to find the beauty that lies within your own broken home?  I can choose to stay fixated on all things broken and see them as something I would rather cast off or I can begin to choose to see through a new set of lenses.  To see the broken-beauty in all things…

Today I choose to be thankful for the “broken” in my life.  For my broken body, my broken family, my broken living situation!  I am a “miraculous” in the waiting room of God.  Waiting for Jesus to come and to set the broken straight and to bring beauty from the ashes!

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When my focus is not on the broken but the One who makes things whole I and my brokenness become whole in Him!

“Bring gifts and celebrate.  Bow before the beauty of God, Then to your knees-everyone worship!”  Psalm 96:8 (The Message Bible)

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