It was a simple phrase but it stole a thousand unclaimed moments in my thoughts yesterday. My pastor said it after the sermon was long over in the after sermon discussion on suffering. He said, “I’m totally broken and still called.”
Oh, the lost time I’ve spent seeing myself as one who needs to be benched for a season over my flaws, the broken parts that need fixing, useless unless God changes me. But, that is not the truth. I am called and I am broken. I am called and in process. I am called and I still have doubts. I am called and completely inadequate for the calling.
There is a quiet beauty in brokenness. Sometimes the broken pieces of me shine the brightest light on Jesus as Savior, Healer, and Friend. Feeling grateful today that I don’t have to be set aside before I get to step into all I am called to be. - That’s All