My feet generally stay dry when I drink water so I was
surprised when my socks got wet. It’s complicated but the entire month of May has been confusing for me. No matter how I try to move forward, I am one
step behind other people. All that from
managing my calendar; add the demands of my children’s lives: sit back, grab a
drink and watch me implode.
Is there anyone else out there with school age children
trying to get by? Children know when the
end of the school year is in sight don’t they?
I’m friends with women whose entire prayer life is now focused on beseeching
our God their child is not expelled in the last month of
school for intellectually stunning behavior such as smoking loose leaf Earl
Grey tea on school property. It’s full
time I’m telling you.
Four weeks left people, just hold on...
Back to my confusion.
My last kitchen adventure consisted of stepping on a
shard of glass and bleeding out on the linoleum. (Yes, I am fine now, thank you for asking. )
When the kitchen was cleaned, I managed to put the broken Mason jar back in my
cupboard, where it sat on the shelf, lurking until I grabbed it again. Pouring myself a glass of water and procuring
wet socks makes sense when you watch the dramatic reenactment.
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| This Mason jar is not an actor. |
Have you ever known someone who has been broken, my
friend? Have you been kind to someone who was unable to cope with the hurt of
life brings? Have you ever walked through times so painful,
you knew you would never be the same?
I want to remind you that a broken glass is not the
same as a broken life. A broken glass should be discarded so that it doesn’t
cut someone else. A broken life should
never be discarded. A glass when broken, stops being useful; a life when broken,
can become more useful than ever before.
Are you broken in places my friend? Are you aware that your healing has
value? Are you aware your life still has
purpose?
I never would have survived the heartache of the last
few years, were it not for those have experienced brokenness yet
persevered. People who cried with me, accepted my pain without explanation and could help me rebuild from a place
of ruin. I was blessed with those who
understood that brokenness is precious, grace is a gift and that healing takes
time.
So I am praying for the broken among us this week; that
you would be surrounded by those who would not discard you. That your life will contain people who walk
alongside you and speak truth to your broken heart. That you will be given a precious few who
believe in confrontation, knowing that the cost of confrontation is commitment to the healing process. I
pray that you will be brought surgeons of the soul, whose gift is to invest in
your healing so you can once again bring refreshment to those who follow after you.
xoxKaren
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