Brokenness

We are all broken people…in need of grace.

I was reminded of this a number of times this week.  Through a blog post here.  Through an article here.  When my son completely “lost it” on me and I “lost it” back.  When my husband shared his experience of this week.  When I was tired and in pain.

We harbour such weakness wrapped up in our facade of strength.  Though sometimes it is a facade, it is not always so.  We are strong…in many ways.  The human heart can be incredibly resilient.  But it is not invincible.  Each of us carries our own unique mixed bag of triggers which we have accumulated through our life experiences, genetics, and personalities.  Our weakness becomes apparent when these triggers are hit.

We are all broken people…in need of grace.

I find it comforting that we are all in this together.  I am not alone or unique in my weakness.  All humanity shares in this affliction.  It does not matter the nationality, race, or religion.  It makes no difference.  We are all broken.

And we are all forgiven.  We are all loved.  All humanity shares in this consolation.  Though we are broken, we have been given grace.

I do not have to make myself “perfect”.  It would be impossible anyways (though I tried to do this for many years).  It is better for me to accept who I am…all of who I am.  My weakness and my strength.  I’m finding as I do this (and it is a process) God’s grace is able to heal my brokenness (that’s a process too, a process I believe will continue until I die).  The more this happens, the more I experience the wonderful love of God…right in the midst of my brokenness.

I do not need to fear or disdain my brokenness for it is there that I see God.  And He is good and loving and full of grace.