Hello friends,
Have you ever noticed how the Lord not only directs your steps, but that while you are on the path, he also sends little reminders to help reassure you that you are indeed headed in the way you should go? Tonight, as I was studying my Sunday school lesson for my 7th graders tomorrow, God gave me one of those reminders. I opened my lesson and the title was “broken.” It went on to talk about how we have no need to hide our brokenness from God. Quite the opposite actually, God wants us to trust him with our brokenness.
It seems like that would be a no brainer, take your hurts to the one that knows all, and heals all. But no, we humans don’t want to look weak. We don’t want to be broken. We want the world to look at us and think everything is great. Facebook is a prime example. We post smiling pictures, we photoshop the wrinkles out, the teeth brighter, buff out the imperfections. We do our best to present this “all together” package to the world. But let’s be honest, none of us really have it all together.
I remember as the Lord was preparing my heart to say good bye to Kayleigh here on earth, he was preparing me to also share my heart and hurts with all of you. I remember telling Tim, that all I could figure, was God wanted me to keep writing, so people could see what it looks like when God doesn’t answer your prayers the way you want Him to. What do you do then? Honestly, I still don’t know the answer, but I thank you all for walking this journey with us. For staying with us through to to-to ups and downs, happy posts and sad posts. You never really know what kind of post you’re going to get each night. But it will always be the truth. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad, and always – the broken. But broken isn’t bad, broken just means that God is the one that gets to be in control, because I simply cannot do it under my own power.
God doesn’t need a bunch of people that look glossy and perfect, he needs people to be real!
Until tomorrow,
‘Carrow💜
I love this picture of us. It’s about as real as it comes, no makeup, sweatsuit, but who cares? That’s my Baby Duck, and that was a good day 💜
