In recent months, I have broken more things than I can count. Dishes, cups, plates, and even a beloved Christmas ornament. The one my husband’s beloved grandmother gave to us on our first Christmas 24 years ago. Tears.
I’m not sure why my hands are so clumsy and everything seems so frail, but I can’t escape the comparison that this season of life feels “broken” too.
I beg you to take the time to continue reading not because I want a pity party, but because I am determined to not give up. Knowing that when handled carefully, broken things can be made whole again.
Maybe a little battered and a little bruised. But as we piece together the broken shards, there is beauty in those pieces coming together to make something stronger. And all those cracks, well, I believe they will give it some character – making it even more beautiful.
As I have been reading and praying the Psalms every day, I found myself confronted by David’s words in Psalms 51:16-17.
You do not want a sacrifice, or I would give it;
You are not pleased with a burnt offering.
The sacrifice pleasing to God is a broken spirit.
God, You will not despise a broken and humbled heart.
A broken spirit. A broken heart. A humbled heart. Not a sacrifice.
I suppose it might have been easier for David to submit a sacrifice. Just as it might be easier for us to do good works, or offer what we think is a sacrifice, to keep us humble.
But that isn’t what is pleasing to God. It says a broken spirit, a broken heart, and a humbled heart are what pleases Him.
God wants our hearts above all things. And not just any hearts. Repentant hearts. Ones that realize our lives are full of self, pride, envy, independence, distrust, anger, frustration, and a million other things that we don’t want to let go of. Those are things He wants broken.
And not because He wants us to remain broken, but because He wants to be our Healer and be made whole in Him.
Our brokenness draws us closer to Him. It is in our weakness, He is made strong.
When life is going well and feels comfortable, we rarely find brokenness.
It seems brokenness is found right smack in the middle of hard things. Unexpected things. Life-changing things.
In that brokenness and those crushed seasons is where I believe we learn to cling hard to Him. It’s the only thing we can do.
And when we cling to Him as our only hope, we learn His true character and that He can be trusted with everything. Every. Little. Thing.
Is it possible that when we find ourselves in these heartbroken places we need a perspective change? To realize that we are exactly where God wants us at this time. Could we learn to embrace the season of brokenness (as best we can) and allow God to do the good, hard work of making us whole in Him?
If you are in a season where life just seems broken like I do, I don’t have all the answers but I do know that He is close and He will save us. His promises stand firm for all generations. At our weakest, He is strongest.
Psalm 34:18 tell us that The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit.
When we have nothing left to offer but our spirit and our heart, God draws ever so near whispering the reminder that He is worthy and can be trusted with our brokenness. In fact, it’s what He wants most from us – to draw near to him – so that He can save us.