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Friday, March 29, 2013

Broken (Five Minute Friday)


Broken (Five Minute Friday)

Mi familia, my writing sisters and I, my  tribe, we stay up way too late to write en masse. We start with one word and it’s off to the races. It’s not easy, and we have rules. You should try it sometime, or at least read what my lovelies put on the page.  Welcome to Five Minute Friday. STOP, DROP, and WRITE!!!

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking (harder than it sounds)
2. Link back 
here and invite others to join in.
3. Visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
OK, are you ready? Come on and join the fun!


The LORD is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Psalm 34:18 (NASB)

GO:

Broken. This is easy. I used to be afraid of broken. I used to bemoan days when I felt broke down, but never admitted to being broken. I believed broken was a bad thing. Broken is the best thing that ever happened to me.

I used to be afraid of being broken
until God showed me that
Broken was beautiful.
I didn’t have a OneWord for last year, but when I looked back over the last 12 months of my life, I realized that the word was surrendered. And then, in December, it came to me; fully formed; all in one thought. The next level, the deeper state of Grace I was seeking, came in admitting that I was BROKEN. Irreparably BROKEN. And broken is beautiful. 

Broken was the place at which I meet God anew. Broken was the point in my life where I admitted, forever, that I was nothing without Him. Nothing. Broken was the point at which I realized that I could go on, but could never go forward without this Grace. Without this admission. Without this realization.

Broken bread fed more than a single load could. Broken pieces are useless without a powerful force knitting them back together. Broken people do not go on without The One. I used to be afraid of being broken until God showed me that Broken was beautiful.

STOP:


I'm linking up with Lisa Jo Baker, the Christian Mommy Bloggers and with Laura at Missional Women

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OneWord 2015

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