Such a powerful and comforting word.
Broken, bitter, and hardened.
Now full of joy, thankfulness, and gentleness.
Beauty from pain.
Events in life happen for a reason. Reasons I don't understand. I fight, I cry, I shout, because I want everything to be done my way, in my time.
Becoming broken has healed me.
I couldn't fight, I couldn't scream. I had to bring my prideful self down to my knees and pray, cry that the Lord would help me, would heal me.
And He has.
I have never felt so alive, so blessed. That once broken feeling has now led me to view life differently, to try to see through His eyes.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
So now I must watch, to seek out His will. Fulfill His purpose He has for me.
Because becoming broken is essential, with the Lord as my healer.