Why rest in broken

Why do we rest in our broken? It’s like we are searching for all the pieces and we can’t move on until we have them. If we move on without them we won’t be whole. So we stay stuck in broken. We cling to our pain and take pride in our scars. We allow our broken to define us. We accept what hurts us as the necessary obstacles, molding and shaping who we are and who we will become.

We rest in our broken, yet we get no rest.

 What causes us to accept such a fate and call it our own? What kind of logic says broken is the truth? Where else in life do we see broken as wise, courageous, and acceptable?

Do we keep the broken teacup, giving it a place of honor upon the shelf? Do we keep a broken television, on display mounted on our wall? Do we raise our children to keep the broken toys in their room? What do we do with things that break in our lives?

 Mostly, we throw them out, so why do we rest in our broken?

 Forget finding all the pieces!  Get up and move on! Those pieces belong to our counterfeit life, our counterfeit reality. Our true self, our true reality, is unbreakable.

 Don’t rest in broken. It’s a lie. Throw it out, like all the other things that break throughout our lives. Refused to hold on to it. Don’t give the missing pieces even a second thought because resting in broken guarantees you never become unbreakable.

John 10:10 KJV — The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

Isaiah 53:5 KJV — But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.


Until next time, may God bless you and keep you as you seek Him with your whole heart.



Conquering the world

I worry as I
see others battles coming toward them in a sure to be head on collision. I jump
immediately in-between in an effort to protect them from colliding, so as to
save them from the trauma, brokenness and pain that comes in the aftermath of
such a head on collision. Do I save them?

I go on trying to conquer the world often
overwhelmed and weighed down from the pressure, all the while not understanding
why Jesus delays in renewing my strength. Often this brings the storm clouds of
doubt into my mind. Where have I gone wrong? What did I miss? Am I even going
the right way?

The chaos in my wake proves my heart’s true
intent was twisted around. What I tried so hard to hold together lays now
shattered in pieces upon the ground.

My battered spirit gives way to hopelessness
once the initial shock let’s loose my mind. Now I’m left broken and bewildered. My bruised
soul demands rest and healing time.

Only then, in the quiet rest, did I hear His Spirit.

A still small voice now getting through says, “come
daughter, rest in My presence. You were not meant to conquer the world, for the
world was already conquered when I sent my Son to die for you.

John 3:16 for God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him, shall not
parish, but have ever lasting life.