My dear friend, you are not broken.
Over the past years, my heart has finally been opened to those around me. I grew up trying to be tough and tougher, not letting sensitivity get the best of me. That brassiness has come in handy over the years but it also developed into a hard shell around my heart. In some ways it let me go blind to those who were broken. God has worked some amazing things to soften my heart and to be more understanding and compassionate. It’s revealed that deep down, I truly care about people and their struggles, their broken. It destroys me when I see my friends stuck in the same emotional battles with themselves year after year. Through it all, I’ve also learned that God has a plan for each of us. And while I can be as compassionate as Mother Teresa (ok, extreme example), I can’t be the one to fix it.
You have to do the fixing.
Yes, my friend, that broken in your life? Whatever that may be deep down that keeps nagging on you and troubling you? You have to go forth and be the change. You have to develop some of that toughness in your life to stand up for yourself. Most of all, you need Jesus. You need that Shepherd to center you back on the truth – to silence those doubts and fears in your head.
The end of 2017 was pretty much awful for most anyone I know. People lost confidence in themselves. Friends lost parents (seriously, I’ve never been to a funeral in the summer). Parents received the worst news possible about their children. That softened heart of mine took a beating for those around me. But like other tragedies in my life, that hurt makes me open my Bible more. Makes me pray more. Makes me pause more. Late December, right before Christmas, the words from 1 Peter 2:24-25 practically leapt off the page. In a time where I felt so much doubt myself, so much darkness, I was reminded of some very powerful things.
By his wounds you have been healed. (1 Peter 2:24b)
This right here tells me so obviously that any broken that you are feeling – you are healed, my friend. There is nothing that cannot be repaired. Jesus’s wounds are our wounds and he endured them for our healing. Rest in that. Trust in that. If you are feeling broken, which most of us are, repeat after me, “I am healed.” Pour that truth into yourself. Stand firm on it. Don’t waver from it. You need to do the fixing and it starts with telling yourself truth.
For you have gone astray like sheep, but you have now returned to the shepherd and guardian of your souls. (1 Peter 2:25)
Oh man, this one? I don’t know about you but I go astray about 75 million times a day. I get up early, start it strong with peace and quiet and prayer. But as soon as that pitter patter of little feet come down the hallway it’s like the gates of who knows what just opened. Friends! We have a shepherd! We are expected to wander around like lost sheep. We have a guardian. We are protected. But again, we have to do the fixing. We have to practice seeking out our shepherd more than just the wee hours of the morning. We need to lean in and ask for help any time we are weary. Which again, for me it feel like about 75 million times a day. Keep returning to the shepherd. Go get your protection.
Friend, you are not broken. You are healed.
You are not lost. Keep returning to your shepherd.
And if you need a little encouragement along the way, know my heart is right there with you.