Wednesday, September 5, 2012


My cup was full to brimming over.
This time, filled with uncertainties, and disappointments, and doubts.
And the one thing, though not overly remarkable in its appearance, that one thing made the cup run over.  It knocked the cup onto its side.
Where the uncertainties, disappointments, doubts, and sadness flowed out.
Coloring, no, staining everything it touched.

And, like the cup, I was broken.

Why am I not enough?
Why am I not able to do it all?
Why is this not how I think it should be?
What have I done wrong?
Why have I failed?

Heavy questions lie over me like a lead blanket, squeezing wetness from my eyes.
Uncontrollable wetness.

And, so I cry out, "I can't do this!  I am not enough!  I don't know what to do!  I am at the end of me!"

I realize:  I am broken.
Sweetly broken.
And now, wholly surrendered.

Because, I am not enough.
I cannot do this alone.
I do not, and will not, always know what to do.

Sweetly broken.
Wholly surrendered.

And when I am at the end of me,
I hear, whispered quietly,
"I AM."

It's as if a sentence has been started, but left hanging.
Empty at the end.
Or full.
Full of possibility
Full of promise.

Because when I am not, my God is.
Full of possibility
Full of promise.

I am still sweetly broken.
I am still wholly surrendered.

I am confident.
Because I have a great God.

1 comment:

  1. This touched my heart and resounded with me. Thank you for sharing your brokenness. We are all broken and need to find what we are not in Him. Painful, but beautiful thoughts.


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