I’m Blessed because I’m Broken

It’s difficult to say, “I’m blessed because I’m broken,” considering the heartache it took to say it.

People generally do not like broken things. We put damaged products back on the shelf in exchange for something with sturdier packaging. We shy away from broken furniture and flee quickly at the thought of a messy rehab.

‘Things’ don’t seem to have the same appeal or value when they don’t function properly.

Think about it.

While it’s possible to glue a shattered piece of antique pottery back together, the crumbled masterpiece can’t regain its value in the marketplace.

We all agree that those little material things don’t matter much, but what happens when WE become broken?

What do we do with all the broken people in our presence, and how do we gain the humility to say,

“I’m blessed to be broken.”

What does it mean to become ‘broken’?

We all have a definition of what we consider ‘broken’ when it comes to our personal lives. Shattering points are different for each of us. Our upbringing, life events, and other various struggles are different.

What breaks you does not break me and vice versa.

I’m broken because I’m a failure

Failure results in the feeling of brokenness.

There are many packing moving boxes after noble attempts to save the marriage. Some have lost their family business or job with a major corporation. Others are beginning to fail financially as gas prices soar.

We grieve over a variety of instances we consider failure.

I’m broken because I’m grieving

We grieve over a multitude of life events.

Many are wishing loved-ones farewell as they cross the seas selflessly serving our country. Some mourn the death of a parent, sibling, or best friend, while others weep over the destruction of a close relationship.

Grief often leads to loneliness.

I’m broken because I’m lonely

We feel lonely when our social circle leaves us behind.

Many are losing friends due to inappropriate life choices or arguments involving harsh words. Some feel alone as they look in the mirror and consider their body image to be in poor condition. Others battle anxiety, depression, or other mental challenges.

When we feel alone in our turmoil, we feel emotionally powerless to face the day.

I’m broken because I’m powerless

We feel broken when we are powerless against our struggles.

As I write this post, many hold a parent’s hand as they take their final breath. Some helplessly watch grocery prices rise and wonder how they’ll manage. Others pray tirelessly over the violence consuming their lives, feeling powerless to make it stop.

But, here’s the thing.

No matter how we break, we are always blessed because our Heavenly Father loves us fiercely.

I’m blessed to be broken

God loves broken things, and we are more valuable to Him when we are damaged and torn.

Scripture tells us that Christ came to heal the broken-hearted. He happily took our tattered souls off the shelf and breathed new life into us.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because He hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor, He hath sent me to heal the broken hearted, to preach deliverance to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are bruised and to preach the acceptable year of our Lord.

Luke 4:18

What this means for us is that we truly are blessed to be broken.

We serve a gracious, merciful, loving King. He does not expect us to be perfect and uses our moments of brokenness to draw us closer to Him. He sits beside us when we fail and comforts our hearts as we grieve. He is present when we feel alone; He faithfully strengthens our character as we struggle with life events we cannot control.

He loves us desperately, faithfully, and unconditionally.

After all life’s heartaches, we are closer to the Lord and honored to say,

“I’m blessed to be broken”