Beauty in Brokenness.

I think that there is such a beauty in brokenness. Such a beauty in a human being in such a shattered state that all they can do is call upon their Father God.

I think that it’s amazing that it takes that moment of rock bottom, when everything shatters, to be completely vulnerable.

I think that God waits for that moment. There comes a point when we ignore His voice and then He sits back and He waits… He waits for us to come to ourselves, just as the prodigal did.

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I wrote that back in March and decided I would start up by blog again by posting it.

The phrase "beauty in brokenness" came to me while watching a couple of my friends hit that breaking point in their lives. Little did I know how well that phrase would apply to me now.

Every time I pray. Every time I really get real with myself, I realize how broken I am.

I SHOULD be happy. I SHOULD be excited for my future. I AM, but it's bittersweet.

I'm heartbroken. All I can think about is my broken plans. My broken dreams. My broken views on how my life would be.

I joke about feeling like the chickens on Chicken Run. In the beginning of the movie, the chickens concoct elaborate plans for their escape. They would escape momentarily, only to be found by their owner and returned to the coop.

I feel that way, even though I shouldn't.

I know I'm in the will of God. I'm just being a whiny child, unhappy that I didn't get my way. Unhappy that things never go how I expect.

But that's part of the adventure... right?