Today I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five-Minute Friday.
The rules: Write for five minutes. No editing, revising, overthinking, or backtracking. Just write.
Today’s Topic: Broken
It’s been a broken week.
The kind that started with Sunday tears and wondering and wishing that life made sense in a week that is supposed to be beautiful and the perfect reflection of the sacrifice my Jesus made for me.
And then I think about how broken He became for me. His body was literally broken.
He was broken to fix me, fix this heart, give me hope and peace in a world that offers no such things.
And, yet, I will still catch myself looking at the world, trying to use it to fix whatever seems to be wrong at the moment.
My greatest need is Him…and though there are days and even weeks or longer that seem to be a mess of broken, I must always remember that because I have him…
I am redeemed.
I am anything but broken.
And as I reflect on a day full of unimaginable pain and sacrifice, I am so very thankful that he was wounded and broken, he died and rose again…
So that I might live.