Beautiful from Broken
Broken is more than something that happens. It’s more than an adjective to describe that bowl the toddler threw to the floor this morning. It’s more than shattered. It’s more than ruined. It is more than we are willing to make it.
Broken is the bottom. The rock bottom. The grief. The dark. The ugly. The place where tears flow from tired and overwhelmed eyes. The place where pain is white hot. The place where anger has burned so long the ashes are even consumed. Broken hurts.
Broken is parenting. Broken is job loss. Broken is death. Broken is tragedy. Broken is envy. Broken is relationships. Broken is realizing what you lost, what you had, what you need in place of what you want. Broken is this life and all the valleys in it.
Broken takes the color away. Broken makes you deaf to giggles.Broken is a hard place.
Broken is where many find themselves. Broken days. Broken weeks. Broken seasons. Broken years. Broken lives.
Broken is opportunity.
The rock bottom has a mountain top.
That grief, that loss, that ache has a scar that fades as hope comes back.
That burnt out anger leaves fertile soil for forgiveness to grow.
That pain paves a path for grace.
All the pain, the hurt, the anger, the frustration, the clinging with every single ounce of desperation you have left, the tired nights, the coffee-fueled marathon of days. All these moments of broken, they are building.
The mosaic of your life is being crafted by the One who already knows how this story ends, how this piece of stained glass needs to be forged together to be the most beautiful, to inspire awe in others, to be the strongest.
This broken beautiful mess. This story that is yours and yours alone. The broken places have purpose, too. Though it is hard to believe when your tear stained face is again the cold hard rock bottom.
Your broken beautiful.
My broken beautiful.
Our broken beautiful.
He makes everything beautiful in His time.