Linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday.
Five minutes of unedited writing.
Sometimes the things that seem the most broken, are the things that in fact, are the most whole.
Last year was a wake up year for me. I wept over so much. "Father! It is so broken. It is not what it needs to be." I felt overwhelmed by the cracks I saw everywhere. By the incomplete picture that seemed to look at me mockingly. By the imperfection. I saw brokenness and it broke me. It burst something deep inside, and I felt like I would bleed out.
It caused me to fall to my knees in a way I never had before. Heaviness pushed me to the ground in urgent, desperate need. I was broken. We were broken.
He met me there, on the ground. He held my hand and said "Daughter, you are so, so beautiful. You are precious to Me in ways you will never understand. That ache you feel? I put that there. I gave you that ache so that you would understand how My heart aches for you."
And there, on the ground, I met wholeness. I saw the picture. Reflecting from what I thought were fragments, I saw the picture of Christ and His church, clear as day, sharply outlined... for me. With the glue of a heart change, the brokenness ended. I met the Lover of my soul, and in meeting Him, I found new grace and new love. With a new heart, I found healing. With His heart, I found wholeness in the broken places.