Brokenness is not something we like to celebrate. It costs too much, it’s not pretty or convenient, it lays us bare at our most vulnerable. However it finds you it’s physical, emotional, and spiritual. It’s thoughts that you’d never admit out loud, sleepless nights of desperation and brittle bones of anxiety overwhelming the precarious nature of ordinary life.
Shortly after moving to Texas, a miscarriage at 20 weeks and again at 10 weeks plunged our family into a season of grief. In the midst of our heartbreak, the Lord led us to a gentle community of people who believed that our weaknesses are like a stained glass window. The light that pours through our pain is from the Lord and can make something beautiful out of our fractured pieces. Instead of hiding we began to practice confession and repentance with one another. Surrendering our suffering to him in this way took a step of faith. In place of shame we discovered acceptance, instead of accusation, forgiveness, instead of the heavy weight of fear, release. In my weakness I found hope and comfort in the only true healer.
This weekend I had the joy to meet author Ann Voskamp and hear her speak on the importance of sharing our brokenness without fear. Our devastation can lead others to the source of hope and bring comfort. I look forward to reading her authentic, poetic words in her new book The Broken Way.
Another brave voice speaking out of heartbreak is Sarah Joy Smith. Sarah and I were friends long before we had loss in common. Her fearless and poignant words give God glory even as she gives voice to the pain of loosing a child on her blog This Glorious Wait.
Drink deep from their courage and his grace today. Your story matters.