Blessed and Broken

Have you ever wondered why it seems like this world is so full of pain? Have you ever wondered why you seem to suffer more than your share of hardships and trials? Have you ever wondered why you always felt broken in pieces till no one could ever pick you up and put you back together again?

You're not alone.

And yet, really, is being broken something we should fear? Do we not sing the song, "Take My Life and Let It Be" and feel like we are ready to give up anything and everything to serve Him more? Why then are we surprised when the winds blow, and the rains pour down, and we feel like we'll never see the sun again? Is not this what we have asked for?

What if He can't use us till we have been broken? What if the best way to make us into His image is to send us trials and teach us to lean more heavily on Him? What if it is through being broken that we are blessed the most?

                    "His hands they're calloused strong but gentle, as He holds me to His breast.
                            His eyes they are lifted to the heavens as He asks that I be blessed.
                            But then I feel a ripping pain, I sense the blood burst from my veins,
                            and I wonder how this could possibly be love.

                           Hardly daring I glance into His eyes, and it is then I start to realize:

                            I’m blessed and broken, as a token, of a love I can’t deny.
                            I’m torn in pieces, by my Jesus, the only way to beautify.
                           Though the pain be bittersweet, this transformation He will complete.
                           I’m blessed and broken, for only brokenness can heal.

                           His fingers hold my broken pieces as I struggle through my tears.
                           His heart it's throbbing right beside mine as I overcome my fears.
                           And just when I feel at my end, one final thing He must still rend,
                           And I wonder how this could possibly be love.

                         Hardly daring, I glance into His eyes, and it is then again I realize:

                         I'm blessed and broken, as a token, of a love I can't deny.
                         I'm torn in pieces, by my Jesus, the only way to beautify.
                         Though the pain be bittersweet, this transformation He will complete.
                         I'm blessed and broken, for only brokenness can heal.

                         His arms it reaches for my pieces, as I wrestle with the pain.
                         His hands they give me to another that my life I might regain.
                         With another's pain above my own I find healing that I've never known.
                          And I start to see how this could possibly be love.

                       With a smile, I glance into His eyes, and it is then I fully realize:

                        I'm blessed and broken, as a token, of a love I can't deny.
                        I'm torn in pieces, by my Jesus, the only way to beautify.
                       Though the pain be bittersweet, this transformation He will complete.
                       I'm blessed and broken, for only brokenness can heal."*

               

Dear friends, will you let yourself be broken by the hands that love you? Because maybe it's only through being broken, that you can be blessed.

(Blogpost written by: Harmony M.) 
* Song by: Glesni Mason. Used by permission. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1y6hU5MDVo