I saw something the other day about how it’s hard to tell the broken that things will be ok when you’re feeling torn apart yourself. And yeah, I get it. It is hard to give when I feel like I have nothing left to give and it’s hard to speak hope when darkness looms and it’s hard to believe in healing when everything is breaking.
But Christ broke the loaves because he knew pieces could feed more than five whole loaves ever could, and maybe we end up broken so that the grace He showers free could pour through every crack and broken place and go so much farther and spread so much wider than it ever could otherwise. If a pot is whole, it loses no water unless it’s turned upside down or broken in some way…
And it’s maybe us, believing despite all evidence, finding light in the dark, trusting Him always, and knowing Him love even while torn apart and at our ends, that prove to the broken that it will be OK better than any words or promises ever could.
For perhaps it’s not so much finding a painless existence that makes us OK, as it is in resting in His arms in the midst of pain because God is love. And He is beautiful. And underneath are the #everlasting arms
And if we can do that in the midst of a torn up and broken world filled with pain, then how much more certain will be the ever more glorious rest in His arms in the world filled with light and glory.
But always before the crown comes the cross and before the healing comes the breaking and before we can rest in the light of His face we must first learn to rest in the days where all we can do is trust that He is still there. Because if we yield so easily to the temptation to take things into our own hands in the dark times when we feel like we need Him most, how much more likely are we to forget to rest in the light?
“Morning by morning new mercies I see…
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.”