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I apologize for there being no post today. For some reason, I was having issues with wordpress letting me post. Please look for Dan’s post tomorrow. It’s a great one, as always!
Can You see me?
I know I’m small.
A speck, really.
Just one of three billion other people on this planet, all demanding Your attention in one way or another.
I hope You can see me, though, cause I need You right now.
I know it may not look like it.
I’m not homeless; I have a wonderful house to live in.
I’m not starving; I have food in my cupboards and the ability to get more.
I’m not unemployed; I have a wonderful job that I enjoy.
I have a good car. Amazing friends. Incredible support. Money in the bank. A college education. More love than I think I deserve. Wonderful opportunities to serve You.
Yes. It may look like I don’t need You. But looks can be deceiving.
I wear a smile on my face. It’s because I really am happy. But I think there’s something wrong with my heart. It feels…broken.
Some people may think that means I love You less, or not as much as I should. That’s not true. I love You more than my very life. I’m not in danger of “losing my religion” or anything. No, that part’s ok.
The broken pieces of my heart feel…lonely. I know that sounds crazy, especially since I’m surrounded by such incredible people whom I love and who love me in return. But that’s the only way to describe the way I feel.
I’m surrounded by people, but still feel alone.
Is there a cure? I don’t know.
Why did it start? I don’t know.
How long will it last?
I don’t know.
There’s a lot I don’t know. But there is one thing. One thing I know for certain with all the broken pieces of my heart.
I’m hanging on to You.
So, God…can You see me?
Broken. It’s a place we’ve all be in at one time or another. There’s varying degrees of brokenness. It ranges from a disappointing moment to a tragic circumstance to a life-altering event. It covers missteps, broken promises, betrayals, loss, death. Sometimes it’s our own choices. Sometimes things just happen without rhyme or reason. Then we are left broken.
Our hearts are so strong, yet so fragile. God knows this. He spends a good part of His Word telling us this. But, being the perfect Father and Lord that He is, He also tells us how we will come through and why we experience these things in the first place.
Some verses that have been on my heart recently:
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.”
2 Corinthians 1:3-6
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer.”
“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you;”
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
“Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”
I know for myself, I am in a place of brokenness right now. Dreams I have been awaiting seem to be taking forever, and my heart is weary in the wait. I know so many who are living in this place with me, some along the same lines, others in so much more pain than I. And so we sit and wait.
If you also find yourself in the place of brokenness, take heart. There is no shame in being in this place. We all have to traverse it at one point or another. It’s how we grow. It’s how we show perseverance. And, once we’ve been through, it’s how we are able to bring comfort to others. Don’t despise the broken. Heal and grow stronger from it. And remember that God is the master fixer. His love heals all. The healing may leave scars, but they are nothing more or less than the beautiful testament of your survival of brokenness. Let Him hold on to you, and there is nothing – I repeat, nothing – you can’t walk through. It’s never easy. But it will be worth it somehow, someway, when it’s all said and done.
A couple of summers ago, I taught a class at the camp I work at that detailed several characteristics of God. The question that I often was left pondering over when I finished teaching was one that still perplexes me today. How often do we look at God for who He really is? Speaking for myself, I’m ashamed to say it isn’t as often as it should be. Throughout Scripture, we see various aspects of who God really is. He’s a Creator, He is jealous (for us), but namely—He is Holy; perfect in every way. There are so many more titles and characteristics of God that I could use to fill up more space, but the biggest title/characteristic that He fills is the best one (in my opinion).
In the midst of all the aforementioned images, I’m not seeing the Renaissance era frescoes and paintings of God. Those images always seem to put a gap between God and man. What I am seeing is something that I deliberately haven’t mentioned yet. Have you guessed it yet? He is a Father. He is OUR Father. He is a father to the lost, the broken, the hurting, the confused, and those who would call on the name of His son, Jesus Christ. When I told Tammy that my blog would be short and sweet this week, I wasn’t kidding. I want you to focus on the song below entitled “Lamb of God” by Tenth Avenue North. Let the words paint an image that shows only a glimpse of God’s glory. Even in that tiny glimpse, we are greeted by a perfect, holy Being whose ways are so much higher than ours, yet one who sent part of Himself to pay for our sins. My mind is continually blown, day by day, that He could love someone such as me. He is Holy, He is worthy, He is the Lamb of God—the Lamb of God who was slain by a cruel means so that we could know peace. So cliché, but…
Know God, Know peace. No God, no peace.