What Happens When You Give God All Your Broken Pieces

I don’t know about you, friend, but over here, it’s been a month. One I am still trying to understand, and bounce back from, so  I am re-sharing “Embracing the Broken: Giving God Your Whole Heart,” a piece I wrote last spring for Christa Joy Ministries. 

This brokenness gig may be familiar to you. You are living your faith, faithfully. But then something breaks. The certainty crumbles. The recipes stop working. God seems distant. This is the inward journey – what some may call doubt or deconstruction. It’s not the end; it’s not even the beginning of the end. It’s actually the end of the beginning. It’s a good thing. By giving God all your broken pieces, you are starting to go deeper.

By giving God all your broken pieces, you are starting to go deeper.

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A few weeks ago, some details of this original story played out again. The same surgeon I wrote about in the article observed my life-saving thrombectomy where two blood clots were removed from my brain, post-stroke. As this ominous diagnosis now appears on my permanent medical record, I again feel the brokenness I wrote about in this article. I feel 30 years older than I actually am as family members discuss getting me a life alert and I have to answer affirmatively when asked if I’ve fallen at home lately.

It also felt appropriate to reshare this piece as Lent begins tomorrow, the 40-day journey toward Easter and the grace it bestows. I hope my thoughts are meaningful to you today as you journey your own broken path toward the wholeness of Easter:

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As my husband and I walk hand in hand along the ocean shoreline, stepping over broken shells, I’m thinking of a friend’s words from eight years ago:

“The heart is the only muscle in the body that can’t heal itself.”

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