Bright Side Of Being Broken

…is a heart that’s busted open.

Who is holding you when you’re completely broken? Yourself? How’s that working for you? Probably just as well as it’s working for me… it’s not.

To be completely honest, lately I haven’t had a thing for God. Being pissed off at Him has been my default setting.

There is not one part of me that understands His logic.

‘I don’t want to hear what I’m going through is just a season. Or that my glass should be half full when it’s in a million pieces.’

There are days that I do not want to fucking hold on. Days when I do not feel strong enough to play the hand I’ve been dealt. All of this hurts.

I MISS them. I miss Justin. I miss Wendy. I miss my life before they were ripped out of it. There is not one part of me that wants to live without them anymore…

BUT.

‘Life’s not over yet, and it gets better. Cause the bright side of being broken is in the hands that are holding every piece reminding me that it’s gonna be okay’

I am still here. My life isn’t over yet. I am indeed going to be okay.

The bright side of being broken is this: we are being held in the hands of the one who knows the outcome. By the God who is okay with our anger. By the same God who is okay with us being pissed as fuck at Him.

It’s okay to be pissed at God. He can deal with our anger. He is holding your pieces. He is holding my pieces.

‘Even in the darkest times there’s always hope. What we see as a broken mess, Jesus sees a chance to be made whole.’

Life’s not over yet.

It’s going to be okay. I promise.

Until next time,

~A

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