Broken. ⁠⠀
Broken homes filled with broken people with broken hearts by broken dreams.⁠⠀
We don’t need to look far to see find them. Those broken people. And so very often, they look a lot like everyone else. They look a lot like us.⁠⠀
Those broken homes, and hearts and dreams… from the outside we’d never pick those out either.⁠⠀
You think we’d tread a little more carefully. We speak gentler. Love kinder. ⁠⠀
Surrounded by all the chipped and fragile people, but we are bulls in a china shop. ⁠⠀
Crashing headstrong into all their defenses, demanding our control, arguing our points, loving only that which shows our reflection. ⁠⠀
And when we hear the Lord whisper, “Easy,” we ignore. We’re insulted. Why should we be easy when they are so hard?⁠⠀
The Spirit reminds us gently that our battle is not against flesh and blood, but we argue back. He doesn’t understand this flesh and blood. He must not know how truly evil this is. How must damage it could do.⁠⠀
And if we’d listen for just a moment longer, we’d hear His response, “No child, you don’t understand YOUR flesh and blood. How I hung on the cross for it. How nails were driven into my hands for it. And spears into my sides. Thorns into my head.”⁠⠀
And maybe we’d realize that all the gentleness that He asked of us is not for their sake but for ours. He doesn’t need us to be protectors. He does that. He doesn’t need us to tend His flock. He does that too.⁠⠀
If we could only understand, only grasp just how much was given to secure our own place before God, maybe we’d be more willing to make sure that the ones next to us knew they had a place as well.⁠⠀
That we can all live from the faith that we are made whole. We’re no longer broken, pitiful sinners. We are redeemed, made brand-new, children of God. ⁠⠀
Broken homes don’t mean we have to be broken people. And broken dreams don’t have to mean broken hearts. All of it… all of us… are redeemable…. Usable… if only we look to the One who makes it all new… works it all for good. ⁠⠀

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