𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆:

Would I know You this intimately, Your presence as palpable as a hand in mine, had I never known the breaking?

Or the gaping sorrow?
The bottomless grief?
The disorienting upheaval?

In the breaking is the making.

I see that now.
Brokenness that births something.
Knowing loss that leads to knowing You.

Consolation comes, cloaked in redemption.
An up close and personal reminder that all of it mattered and none of it was wasted.

You tend my fragile heart, exchanging ashes for beauty and scarcity for abundance.

In stillness and calamity, on gentle paths and stormy seas, I have known You. You sprinkle breadcrumbs, evidence of your abiding, that lead me back to You. You leave Your fingerprints on every part of my life, testifying to Your unfailing presence, even on days I cannot find You.

By the brown recliner, laden with dogs, blankets, and books, You find me, awarding my seeking with Yourself.

A choice to celebrate amidst the rubble, to name the wins among the losses, to bless the hand that gives and takes away.
These, I have learned from knowing You.

Thank you.

In the breaking is the making, and I am richer for it.

“The deepest things I have learned in my own life have come from the deepest suffering. And out of the deepest waters and the hottest fires have come the deepest things I know about God.”
~ 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭

• Praying for you, dear ones, that you will be granted eyes to see the benefits in your own breaking, today. They are myriad.