“He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 HNV

Broken

I feel broken of late. Somehow just not quite right. I’ve made some impulsive decisions, with a heart that meant good, but the results were not so much. It has led me to question myself about some things—good things, but are they right things?

Broken isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Scripture tells us, “The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit. You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God” (Psalm 51:17 NLT).

You see, when I yield up my brokenness to the Lord, He doesn’t reject me… He loves me. He shines light on areas of darkness; He mends my brokenness in ways I could never imagine. It hurts to be mended sometimes—often because there is pruning involved in the mending, but I know pruning is the way we are made ready to bear more fruit, better fruit. It is necessary, though often not pretty.

The key for me is to trust Him. Trust that the work He is doing in me is exactly what needs to be done, no matter what the process might look like. In my battle against my flesh and the enemy, I need to allow the Lord to work…if I do, I will be able to sing, as the Israelites did. “We escaped like a bird from a hunter’s trap. The trap is broken and we are free!” (Psalm 124:7 NLT)

He has brought some amazing people who are standing beside me, battling for me during this time, reminding me that “A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken” (Ecclesiastes 4:12).

Finally, I remember Jesus—broken for me. “…and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me” (1 Corinthians 11:24). By allowing Himself to be broken, He made the way for my brokenness to be eternally healed. I am forever grateful.

“Lord, thank You that You don’t leave us broken. Help us to trust You to mend us as You see fit. Amen.”