
“A broken soul is not the absence of beauty, but a cracked and torn soul reeks of the sweet incense it contains.”
― C. Joy Bell
The past couple have months have been hard on me, physically, mentally, and emotionally. What I find odd is that the “hard” has also been very good. Sounds strange doesn’t it? Almost like an oxymoron. Here’s the reason: God has been breaking me. Taking out the unnecessary so that He can replace it with what IS necessary. The process has been painful (especially since I don’t recall praying for it 😉 ), but the pain has been almost like rain on my soul. Washing away the muck and the grime and leaving in its stead good soil that God can plant in. During this process He has answered many questions that I have been praying about, and dealt with fears that I had push deep down (pretending they didn’t exist). The intensity of the the schooling has at times left me reeling and feeling ashamed of my initial response. But I see now even that was a part of the lesson. Working in the healthcare industry here is what I know: Don’t despise the breaking. If a bone is set improperly a “good” doctor will break it, and reset it (unheard of pain). Why? Because he knows if not dealt with now, later it will cause irreversible problems. So if like me, God is breaking things in your life. Let Him. Better to be broken now and heal. Than to walk with a limp forever.
“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise” (Psalm 51:17).
So what’s my plan of attack? Let God break. Let God heal.







