Brokenness

If He makes me whole, why do I feel so broken, like tiny pieces of glass shattered on the ground?  All beauty is gone.  Wholeness is no more, just pieces with sharp edges as a reminder of the pain.  What are you in this Lord?  Sometimes I can't see beyond the pieces, can't see how I could ever be completely whole again.

That's how He and I are different.  I naturally see from an earthly, human perspective while He has another perspective, and it is eternal.  He sees the uniqueness of those pieces, sees the sparkle and the shine, the beauty.  He sees the brokenness yet can see the finished piece, put back together to give a unique beauty never there before.

Give me eyes to see as you do, Lord.  When you shine your light, there is beauty - beauty in the midst of the brokenness.

"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Me, Because the Lord has anointed Me to preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of the vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, to console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.  And they shall rebuild the old ruins, they shall raise up the former desolations, and they shall repair the ruined cities, the desolations of many generations.  Isaiah 61:1-4 NKJV