Beautifully Broken

Let me tell you a story of a girl.  For now, we’ll call her Sissy, and her story goes something like this…

Born and raised in a nice family with a nice house in a nice neighborhood, Sissy lived in outward perfection.  But there was something different about Sissy.  She could feel it.  She looked up to her brother, wished she was funny and thin like he was.  She loved her mother, a stay-at-home mom for many years of her life.  Her lifeline, that’s what her mom was until the day she began to work.  Her father, even now as she looks back on her life, she wishes she knew him better.

But life happened.  Her nice family, her nice house, and not even her nice things could prevent her from the falling of the world.  Satan spoke lies to her, lies of her inconvenience, of being unworthy, and of being alone.  The working world had robbed her of her mother and father.  After all, money, she learned, didn’t grow on trees.  It was just an unfortunate coincidence, maybe, that she didn’t have many friends at school and the friendship with her brother that she so desired.  The glass casing around her heart–a covering like that over a brand new toy–the devil crushed it with his lies.  Trying to gain what was forever lost, Sissy clutched the shards of broken glass until the pain she felt and the tears she shed justified the torment required by the lies she accepted as truth.

This is who Sissy was: a broken girl in a broken world that, to the world, denied she was broken.  Perfection was the veneer she wore and the burden she carried.

Never did she realize that her burden had already been carried, taking the form of a cross on a despised man’s back.  Her law and justification through torment, little did she know that these also were paid in full as the same despised man was nailed to the cross he had carried.  And though He–the very Son of God–died on that cross of the world, He defeated death, and He defeated Satan, Sissy still carried her own.  With His outpouring of faith, hope, and love, Jesus Christ even defeated every lie of Satan; however, Sissy didn’t know this either, at least not yet.

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That is the beginning of my story, but it is certainly not the end.  Had God–the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit–had each of these not intervened in my life, only God knows where I’d be today.

But God came to me, and He poured words of Truth into the depths of my soul.  “There’s a crack in everything,” He said, “that’s how the Light gets in.”  He even taught me the truth of a verse that I had often heard yet simply skipped over.

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness.

Therefore, I will boast of my weaknesses so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

2 Corinthians 12:9-10

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I live a story much different than that from my beginning.  And though I often trace the scars in my hands and even seek for the shards that left them, I stop and close my eyes.  I feel my heart beating and know that I love because He first loved me (1 John 4:10).  I remember that I am broken, yet I am beautifully broken for through this brokenness, the power of Christ rests upon me.

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3 thoughts on “Beautifully Broken

  1. Sarah,

    When I began reading, these words seemed farmiliar to me. Not because you had told me once before that this girl is you, but I see this brokeness so much in my very own life. I am a piece of shattered glass thrown against a wall, with no one caring to spend the maticulous time to put me back together. Not to mention the skill a craftsman must be to accomplish such a feat. Yet, as I continue to crumple under this worlds feet, One scoops up my broken pieces with His bare hands, not caring if He is hurt in the process. And not only does this kind Son of Man try to fix me with his flawless power, he makes me so much better and more beautiful than I was before. And no matter how many times my fragile body may chip or crack, He never fails to open His arms to make me brand new again. You have found what most people spend lifetimes searching for, from source to source of worldly knowledge. You have found the wisdom and eyes to see the beauty in the pain, the light at the end of a never ending, dark tunnel. I praise God for people like you, who, from what I know, love God with all your heart and constantly go out of your way to help people. Seeing God work through His children like you greatly encourages me in my own life. Know that you and your words here, on this web page, do not go unnoticed and can have very great impact on others’ lives.

    I just want to encourage you to keep it up and that God gives you that strength to press forward.

    I miss you!

    -Taylor Stewart

    ” ‘For I have no pleasure in death of anyone,’ declaires the Lord God, ‘so turn and live.’ ” -Ezekiel 18:32

    • Taylor,

      All I know to say is, “Thank you.” It sounds so cliche and commonplace to say this, but your words have struck me in such a way that it is hard to find the words to say. Your words are beautiful and so full of truth. I’m speechless! haha Seriously, I’m trying to write this reply to show you just how much your comment means to me, and yet all I can say is, “Yes!” Yes, God is good, and He is our Redeemer. He shines through our brokenness so that we, too, can be light to the world. How amazing is that?

      Taylor, thank you so much for your note of encouragement! You are definitely right in that I often wane in strength… Notes of encouragement, even just a small one, always mean so much to me. I was actually just thinking about you yesterday! I think it’s time that recommence the pen-pal campaign ;).

      Praying your day is filled with Sonshine,
      Sarah 🙂

      Deuteronomy 10:14-15

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