Brokenness

The other night Kim asked me to make some rice, so I dug around in the cabinet for the rice cooker and began to drag it out for use.  That’s when I heard the crashing sound of glass that brought all activity in the house to a standstill.

As I was pulling the rice cooker from the cabinet, I had accidentally dragged the Pyrex measuring cup out with it.  Needless to say, it had exploded when it hit the floor while shards and pieces of broken glass were scattered far and wide on the kitchen floor.

Kim and I set about the touchy task of cleaning up the foreboding catastrophe with a broom, dustpan and vacuum cleaner.

I have to admit that there have been times in my life when my heart looked a lot like that shattered measuring cup.  I was broken and there seemed to be no one who could clean up the mess of my pain and loss.

King David tells us in Psalm 51:15-17; Unseal my lips, O Lord, that my mouth may praise you.  You do not desire a sacrifice, or I would offer one. You do not want a burnt offering.  The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit. You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God.

Unfortunately, it took devastating loss for me to humble myself before the Lord and truly repent.  I was too proud, self-sufficient and independent to fully come to the Lord, but He was patient.  I did come and I did find the help and comfort that I so desperately needed.  God healed me and knit me back together.  He cleaned up the mess of my broken life and put me on my feet again so that I could stand on faith in Him.  He proved to me that He wanted my heart and He would take good care of it.  All that I can do is to give Him praise for everything He has done.