Beauty in Brokeness...

Throughout life, plans are made, details placed, futures set...perfection strived for.

oh how finite the mind is.

Plans fail quite quickly when made by the human mind. and one can be broken so easily because of this, down to the deepest part of the soul. All of the plans and perfections...shattered...torn....brought down to the lowest of lows.

but there is beauty in brokeness. It's a state of complete helplessness...a perfect picture of humility. You sit there...not knowing what to do or who to run to. You feel lost and lonely with no where to hide...naked for everyone to see. It seems as though you cannot go on....but there He is...in the midst of it all. Picking up each piece, holding them in His gentle hands and then He starts. He puts each piece back together so diligently, so carefully...mending them in such a way so as not to hurt you, but to heal you. He sees which piece fits in the best place and there He places it. And when He is finished, the picture is so much more beautiful then it ever was before...a new creation.

This is what Christ did for me. He has broken me down, picked up the pieces, and mended me into His new creation. And now I don't have to plan, organize, or be perfect.

All I have to do is lay it all at the foot of the cross and sit before Him. Waiting on His plan and His will for me.

"Here before your alter, I am letting go of all I am. Of every motive, every burden, everything that's of myself."

This is my song for my King...the one who heals the broken and leads the willing.