It’s time once again to write wild and free with www.lisajobaker.com and the Five Minute Friday crowd.
Broken. It’s how I felt that chilly day in October 1991 when a man who once promised to love me until death do us part walked away without a backward glance.
It’s how I felt the first time a life barely begun slipped away from us. And the second time, and the third awful time. Broken.
I don’t like that feeling because I like to be in control. In control of my emotions, my plans, my LIFE, and that brokenness of my spirit reminds me that I am absolutely not in control.
We are all broken people, whether we let it show or not. I believe that there is strength to be found in the admitting of it. We are all broken and we need a Healer. When we are weak, then He is strong, for His strength is made perfect in our weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:9)
God’s grace is most evident in my life during the broken times. Perhaps it’s true that we are stronger in the broken places, because it’s then that we are relying on His power instead of our own.