A Year of Figuring Out How To Be Broken

Broken.

I think that is what Jesus was calling us to be when he spoke these words.

Broken.

Poor. Mourning. Meek. Hungry. Thirsty. Persecuted.

Broken.

That is our calling, to be broken.

Everyday, we strive to be like Jesus. 

And here is the example he left for us: His ultimate act of love, his breaking.

His body, his spirit, his heart, he willingly let it all break, trusting his Father to restore.

Broken, but the most beautiful, pure act of love ever. 

And then in His own time, the Father did restore. He breathed beauty into that broken and a man rose from death and the Father revealed that this broken was a part of his plan all along. 

And humankind was shown how to love.

By breaking.

One year and two days ago, I met Florianlyn. 

And that day was full of joy, full of hope.

But when I arrived back at the hotel, then back in the city, and then back home, I broke.

Does breaking hurt?

Yes.

But I am so grateful for brokenness.

Nobody likes being broken. It's what you do with that brokenness that heals you.

I came home broken, with the pieces in my hands, frowning and wondering how on earth I was supposed to glue the pieces back together.

This year has been one of the best years of my life. 

I've learned that God will take the broken. He'll take all those shattered pieces and then something beautiful happens simply because you surrendered.

I've seen that Micah 6:8 only happens when you break. Because why would you act justly or love mercy or walk humbly if you weren't broken by not doing it? 

You have to break with the poor for your heart to really be with the poor. 

Broken is the best state to love.

Mostly, I've learned that brokenness was all part of my Father's plan all along.

Because only when we break like Jesus will we rise like Jesus.