I am certainly not a theologian or anywhere close to delivering a message on Easter Sunday. I am not qualified and I even hesitated to write anything during this Holy Week.
But then I remembered that those thoughts are lies.
What I can do, is talk about my experience. My story. It’s personal, real, and is what God is all about. The traditions, plans, parties, and expectations of this weekend ahead are overwhelming. They can feel stiff. Unrealistic. Untrue.
What’s true to me— is the rescue and redemption God has done in MY life.
Its hasn’t been a perfect road. (Even though Facebook makes it look like it.) It’s actually quite bumpy and has been. My life has been messy.
But that’s when it’s the deepest. That’s when redemption does work in your heart and life.
Jesus is the most beautiful through our brokenness. I truly believe that.
Maybe we don’t know brokenness—yet. Maybe our lives are “good.” Maybe things are status quo. Maybe we haven’t had a gut-wrenching valley to walk through. Or life hasn’t been turned upside-down. Maybe not yet. But probably one day.
I never really understood brokenness. But again, I haven’t really been broken until recently (even after becoming a Christian.)
Here’s what I know and am thankful for today through my brokenness—
He swoops down. (Psalm 145:18)
He is gracious. (Psalm 145:8)
He is there. (Psalm 34:18)
He sustains. (Psalm 54:4)
He carries. (Psalm 69:19)
He hears me. (Psalm 66:19)
This weekend I am thankful that He came near. That he came near in my brokenness and became victorious. Over it all. Then and today.
My brokenness is something only God can make beautiful.
My brokenness is the reason for the cross.
My brokenness is why I love and know God is for me.
Happy Easter weekend,