This is my first post, so I don't want to get TOO deep, but I can already feel myself going in that direction- based on the title. So here goes nothing. It's funny how we all walk around like our lives are so great, like we have everything put together, we hold our heads so high trying to convince the world that we know what we're doing. We try so hard to keep ourselves together, when on the inside we are slowly crumbling to pieces. We bite our lip, desperately keeping the tears inside, clenching our fists and holding our breathe because God knows the moment you release, you won't stop. It's ironic, really. We all carry around that same pain inside, but act like life is great- all of us. We all feel that deep, deep ache but for some reason we try to convince each other that it's not there... that it's never been there.. I'll let you in on a little secret, you're not fooling anybody. We are all broken, we are all barely holding on in this life. What makes the biggest difference though, is whether or not you're willing to admit it. Brokenness is a beautiful thing, I'll say it again... BROKENNESS IS BEAUTIFUL. Now that's not me saying that you should walk around dwelling in your pain and sorrows all day- because I've been on that end too and it's definitely not a pretty thing. But what I am saying is, for once in your life admit to your broken heart. We live in a broken world with broken people. Inside us, we all have areas of brokenness: Broken Dreams, Broken Spirits, Broken Hearts, Broken Relationships, even a Broken Sense of Self-confidence. We we're not created to keep that hidden, in fact you'll be surprised when you begin to accept and admit to those broken places in your life, suddenly being broken is not so scary. When we finally muster up the strength to admit to our weaknesses, we start to see how those weaknesses can be used for a greater good. Being broken means being vulnerable, transparent and most importantly, willing. Willing to let God use our ugly parts to make a beautiful masterpiece. Picture, this: A clay pot. The workmanship is amazing, perfect really.. the potter must be amazing.. The pot is made to hold a light inside, the light is what gives people hope and direction. So imagine that without any cracks or holes, there is no light shining through. It looks pretty and neat, yes, but there is really no point to it if it is not used for the purpose it's created for- to reveal beautiful light. 2 Corinthians 12:9 says, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness." Therefore, I will boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Like I said before, we are all broken and we are all a mess. But the question that is raised is, will you allow God to use your weakness to reveal himself to you and others? It's a beautiful thing when somebody is able to humbly admit to their brokenness and no longer try to hide it. It took a long time for me to finally see that God can use my broken life more than my perfect façade. And if that wasn't enough, words cannot describe how amazing it feels to just be real, and stop pretending. It's exhausting, having everything "put together". So do yourself a favor and experience the freedom, and beauty of being broken. It's taken me years to get to a place where I can freely admit to my broken heart, and it is truly a blessing when I can see god using that to reveal himself and encourage other people in the midst of it. I have finally come to a place where I can see so much beauty in in all, and my life is beginning to look like God's masterpiece. Think about your life, and really dig deep into your hurts, and begin to open them up. Because the best part is healing- which I promise will come, but you can't heal until you admit you need to be healed. If you need to talk about your hurts, pains, guilt, shame, bitterness or anything else, please send me an email, or talk to somebody! This is where the healing begins. Make your messes matter and make your chaos count, reveal the beauty of your brokenness, and let God use your cracks to reveal his glory. Much love, Me.
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