Broken Is Beautiful
In the past, if you were to ask me about my “wounds” I probably would have downplayed the request and sidetracked the conversation so that I wouldn’t get too deep about whatever it was. Truth be told, I was ashamed and saw those areas in my life as shortcomings and deficiencies. Needless to say, many days my default response was, “I’m fine.”
Yesterday, my pastor said something during his message that struck me:
“Wounds are not symbols of slavery, but evidence of our freedom.”
I want to believe that sentence to be true for my life. I want other people to look into my life and say that very thing–that their husband/father/friend was far from perfect, but he held onto Truth. He was broken, but he was free.
Growing up I put myself in a box. There was times when I felt that my risk-averse nature hindered me from experiencing new and fresh things. In many ways, I felt trapped… almost as if there was a path set out before me, and there was complete certainty that I would follow it. I couldn’t blaze my own trail or pioneer my own frontiers.
Whether or not this can be considered a wound, I don’t know. But I do know that I don’t want those past feelings to dictate what the future holds. I want to embrace the broken periods of my life and view them as beautiful marks of freedom.
As an added bonus: check out this POTSC video called “Broken is Beautiful”. It’s pretty moving.