Brokenness... not really something that anyone can honesty say that the enjoy.
I usually love this time of the year, but honestly this year its been hard.
My heart is broken... broken because of the things that I have seen, broken because of the lessons that I have learned.
He broke me on that short trip I recently took to a country far, far away. He broke me when I came home and He broke me last week while driving home and He keeps on chipping away.
He pokes and prods at my heart and refuses to let my heart forget what my eyes have seen.
I gather with believers and sing beautiful words and break the bread in humble thanksgiving to the One who does the the breaking of hearts.
I struggle with the brokenness but as I sing and as I break the bread how can I run from this?
He came knowing that in the end He would be broken..... a humble little baby entered this world for one purpose..... to be broken.... to be broken so that we may be whole.
Without the breaking... without the blood..... there is no need for a manger.
And oh how thankful I am for the manger. For the little baby born so that He might grow up strong to die broken on a bloody cross so that I could be made whole.