Broken. Usually this is a bad thing, sadness after the ruin of a beloved thing or life. There is another side to brokenness, a side that is beautiful. When trauma happens, when my mind snaps, when my heart breaks, when I'm left alone, when I'm betrayed, these things bring brokenness on their wings. In the aftermath, when all I'm left with are pieces of whatever it was I had, or whatever I was, can come a miracle recovery. The process of healing and restoration can begin, a change taking place that would never have occurred if I were left whole. This is a miracle, a wonder of God, that He can take what life so tragically gives as pain and ruin and create out of this mess, a beauty of strength and wonder. For brokenness to help me, for it to begin surprising and wondrous changes, I must take the mess to the Creator. He forms the grandeur of the universe from chaotic clutter; He will now bring the awesome galaxies of restoration to the darkness of my broken soul. Yield to Him, pray to Him, then I can know a miracle of resurrection. This is when I find the real beauty of brokenness, that I can be an understanding and compassionate companion to the many that lay in ruins. I can be the triage they need. Brokenness, it allows me a chance to be a healer, and as I heal others, I am restoring myself.
First written in opinionsofeye.com