and safe is such confiding, for nothing changes here:
the storm may roar about me; my heart may low be laid;
but God is all around me, and can I be dismayed?
---Anna L. Waring, 1850
In their song 'Breakeven', The Script sing, 'I'm fallin' to pieces, 'cause when a heart breaks,
no it don't break even.' And if I'm honest, I could raise a glass and sing
along extra loud with that chorus...how about you? Experience crushes, the
storm roars, my heart is 'laid low'.
And I would swear I am falling apart.
And here's the thing: it's all true. When we choose to
engage this broken world in love, heart in hand, otherwise unarmed...it.
will. break. us. We cannot engage
brokenness, I don't think, and remain whole, unchanged. The world will break us
and, even when we heal, we will bear the scars of our wounds as reminders, and
the sites of the breaks will ache on days when the cold and damp push against
us like a late winter storm.
But, friends, hear the good news. In our brokenness, bearing the scars of love, we
grow more and more to resemble our broken Brother, Jesus, who by his own choice
entered the flow of everyday brokenness, and wears the scars of engaging
wounded and wounding humanity in love and tender compassion. By his great love
this God walks with us on our broken way, transforming our dismay into
devotion, offering us the chance to see that even our scars are
lovely.
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