Beautifully Broken
Photo Credit: FreeImages.com/Bob Smith
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My heart shattered into a million little pieces.
Boom.Β Rejection.Β Thump. Misunderstanding.Β Whack.Β Betrayal.Β Zap.Β Abandonment.
With every lacerating blow, my outer shell cracked and crumbled until I was fully fractured.
Alone and completely incapacitated, I crawled to the altar of surrender and laid my brokenness at His feet.
I am Yours.Β Have Your way in me. Β
Slowly, He picked up the pieces and created a mosaic of grace.
I am a beautifully broken masterpiece.
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Something to think about…
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You described this beautifully, and the pictures made this post a quiet harbour in a troubling world.
Beautifully stated. Thanks for words that bring truth and comfort.
So glad you were encouraged by this simple post, Natalie. Time gives you a new perspective on your past.
Beautifully written, Lyli. I have often said that my scars remind me of all the Lord has brought me through & put back together. And I so love verse 18, “He ransoms me unharmed from the battle waged against me, even though many oppose me.” I found it interesting this morning to learn that the word “unharmed” doesn’t mean lack of pain [which I would truly prefer π ] but rather “to be complete” (Old Testament Lexical Aids). Grateful that through all we experience, He is completing us. Thank you for a post which made me dig deeper this morning! XO
Love that verse, Joanne. And I just realized I put the wrong Psalm address in my graphic. Mine should be from Psalm 51 in The Message. Ooops! π
These are powerful words “beautifully broken masterpiece”. And we know that only through Him can we be made whole.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds (Psalms 147:3) is a very special verse to me.
Hi Lyli.
Your stark word imagery evoked thoughts of so many years ago when my husband announced our marriage was over and I learned some heartbreaking truths about his character. In that place of brokenness, I was as you described. God met me there beyond my imagining and secured my and my children in His hands. So many years later, the lessons of that painful season remain–but the sting is gone–and God is glorified in how faithful He has been to us.
Joy!
Kathy
Beautiful friend, He really does give us beauty for ashes.
This sounds so painful, Lyli. But then sometimes the most beautiful things come from the painfully broken. Thanks for sharing your pain with us.
Lyli,
Thank you for sharing the hope you have in Christ to bring grace and new beauty out of our brokenness….You’re beautiful, my friend π
“I am Yours.” ~ Perhaps it’s just my background that makes that little sentence sing for me, but–what a sweet blessing to be *His*. Thank you, Jesus. Love the way that verse reads in the Message translation. Thanks for sharing, Lyli. ((Hug))