"All of my favorite people are broken..."

Here lately, I feel like God has had a sort of sense of humor.
He has been trying to prove a point in my life for a long time now,
and I guess it's just taken me opening my eyes to really see it.

I have always been the type of person to try to keep it all together,
not say too much,
not burden,
not over-kill my problems,
or put them on display.
Keep to the standards that were set for me,
aim above them and carry on.
When the truth is- their has really been a lot of "broken" pieces in my story.
Some things I'm not proud of,
Some things just now surfacing,
and some things still coming to understanding that happened years ago.

But really, if we are being honest-
we are all beautifully broken.

Some of us have physical impairments that put our unpolished pieces on display.
Some of us have disabilities that make it apparent that we aren't like everyone else.
Some of us are blessed with a mess.
Some of us have hardened hearts that bleed out our brokenness.
Some of us wear our brokenness under our clothes.
Some of us hide behind our schedules and lifestyles so maybe our brokenness won't show.
Some of us will just flat out admit it.

But regardless of which "some of us" catagory we fall into-
we are all broken.

But guess what?
Jesus never asked us to be perfect, and infact-
He died so we would never have to be.

See- He never expected a perfect offering.
But has always been thankful with what we are able to give.

It also kinda levels the playing field-
when you really think about it.
All of us are broken in some way,
none no better than the other.
We can never race to or one up God's love.
Though our stories and scars may be different-
the offering of our hearts surrendered is the same.
Because you see-
Jesus isn't looking at our scars-
He's got nail scarred hands that took care of all of ours.
He is looking past all of the muck and mess, into the heart of it all.

Not to mention the same sweet Jesus that sees past our scars and brokenness planned out our life to look exactly like it does right now.
No tear ignorned,
No smiled missed,
No laugh unheard,
No heartache unfelt.
It's making a grand symphony,
a woven tapestry.

An anthem of broken souls strung together to create something breathtakingly beautiful.
Glory.


Beauty in a an imperfect offering.
Mmm.


Our brokenness made whole in a Saviors love.
Talk about something to be grateful for.
Goodness.