I remember the first time I fell down to my knees and wept to the Lord to take the pain away. I asked Him with every part of me to take my brokenness and piece me back together. It was a year after I had felt lose of a dream that I dreamed of for so long. When that dream turned to a No it left me feeling like my plans in life didn’t matter. I would cry many days after that until I came to the Lord and asked Him to take it and put me back together.
Though I know I’ll never be fully placed back together, He has restored me. He gives me strength when I weak, He has shown me that His plans are far greater than what I could have of thought and that my brokenness brings me closer to Him so that He can bring good to this world.
Yesterday that brokenness came back to me, but it wasn’t the brokenness of myself that caused me to cry out to the Lord but the hurt and anger of others. I look at the world around me and see so much pain and suffering. I hear words being said that crush those that are being spoken too, I see people hurting others because they too hurt and choose to cope in the ways that don’t make things better. I see the pain of having to saying goodbye too soon.
I know that the burden of all this brokenness I feel is not too small for Him. He shares and feels it far greater than I. I take peace in knowing that those who are hurting are not alone. I pray that they feel comfort, seek Him and call out to the One who can make all things new.