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Broken

Today’s word prompt is broken and that I am.  Growing up in a very devoutly Christian home, I heard the term but didn’t understand it.   I was mistaken as a little girl that I had to be perfect to be loved by God.  I knew in my head that it didn’t work that way, but for so long my heart believed that.  I remember going through days that I was supposed to be enjoying and feeling lots of doubt and guilt hanging over my little head.  I tried and tried to read my Bible, perfect myself, pray the right prayers, be sorry enough for the sins I knew were underneath my surface.  You know all of that really didn’t work though.  I never understood that real Christians are broken, they aren’t perfect people.  And I never understood that maybe the reason I never felt free and never uncovered the love of God for me is because I never accepted that all I had to do was come to Him broken and incomplete as I was and He would do the rest.  He is my Perfect and I am hidden in His perfection.  Our world is obsessed with perfection.  Perfection in food (just watch Hells Kitchen), perfection in weddings, perfection in our bodies (you can’t ever be comfortable with natural aging and please do not ever look like you have had a baby), perfection in our homes, perfection in our grades…every area of life really…..why is that?...i don’t know but I have a hunch…maybe its because we know that Perfect is out there…its actually Up there in Heaven …it’s God.  He is our Perfection…that complete endless Perfectly Good Being…it’s Him.  And we were made in His image, to mirror His perfection and experience it in relationship with Him.  But then sin…Sin ripping perfection forever away from us on this earth.  So God sent His Perfect, His Son and at the cross forever settled the debt we imperfect people now could never do.  We really have nothing left to do, but to accept Jesus as our perfect payment and to accept that we are indeed broken, in everyway.  It really is ok that you cannot do everything, that really in many ways there is very little we actually can do on our own if circumstances do not allow.  We really are so very dependent on others and ultimately the grace of God to get much of anything accomplished.  In reality we are all broken to bits.  Broken by scars others have inflicted on us and we reflect our broken state by the messes we have made and the pain we have all caused.  And we can never experience the Grace of the Perfect One until we are willing to admit our great inability to remedy our brokenness, but a heart overflowing with love for the One who can.
 
 
 
1 Timothy 1: 15 Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners--of whom I am the worst
 
 

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  1. Yes! Perfection is an ugly word. Visiting from the "broken" FMF :) Great post!

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Morning

Morning seems sacred to me.  Having nocturnal children kind of robs me of the mornings I like to enjoy in silence and quiet thought.
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