broken and scattered

broken glassit had been a long and tiring day. come to think of it, it had been a long and tiring few months. every mistake she had made in her life seemed to be catching up with her. she could feel them sneaking up on her slowly but surely. a handful of habits that she refused to let go of were now being forced out of her hand, finger by finger. she stood there fighting it with everything she had. even though she knew once she released control her new life would begin, she still clinched tighter and tighter. pride can make you do crazy things. that pride began to weaken as she stood there listening to each lyric that was spoken. but did she really hear the lyrics? the music she heard playing sounded as if it were miles away instead of twenty feet away. and though there were hundreds of shouting people around her, she could have sworn she was alone. alone but facing her worst fear. the fear of having lost all control of everything familiar. as her grip loosened so did every bone in her body as she dropped to the floor in submission. He gently began to remove them one by one. for each one there were a hundred tears shed. spread out on the floor was a result of years and years of faking a “got it all together” life. she just can’t do it anymore. everything had to catch up to her for her to finally admit her dependance on her Savior. how many times had she heard others speak of being broken? never, until now, had she experienced it herself. she never imagined the brokenness would be accompanied by so many scattered pieces. the beauty of brokenness is that she can now pick and choose which pieces she will pick back up and start rebuilding with. she’s well aware that it will be a slow process. but the difference this time is that she won’t be doing it on her own……Psalm 51:16-17 “You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.”

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4 responses to “broken and scattered

  1. i like your page’s new look!

  2. Where’d that come from? Did you really write that? I could’ve sworn I heard some tones of early Kate Chopin in there…

  3. Kat you are funny. Yes I really wrote that.

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