Shattered

The first cracks come unnoticed.

Quiet, unassuming, minuscule. Hard to even see unless you look really, really closely.

But the thing about even the smallest cracks is that they compromise the solidity of the entire structure.

And so, as we allow the breaches in our lives to accumulate; as we permit the hurt and pain to penetrate us, what once was an unnoticeable line begins to spread.

Cracked and broken by disappointment, anger, bitterness, pain...it is so easy to lose sight of the beauty of what God has created when the faults shoot through us.

Until everything shatters.

Cracked, we feel compromised.
Broken, we feel defeated.
Shattered, we feel unworthy.

Unworthy of the love and affection of the very One who gives it freely. Unworthy of the healing power of the only One who can fully restore.

God doesn't ask us to come to Him whole and perfect. He doesn't ask us to wait until we can stand before we kneel at His throne.

"And He has said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.' Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ's sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 12:9-10)

We can come to Him shattered. We can offer him only our fragments. When we have nothing to give, He will take us anyway.

"He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power." (Isaiah 40:29)

The world can glue us back together. The world can help us to appear nearly faultless. But only God can restore. Only He can make us seamless.

We just have to surrender. He's waiting.