linking with Five Minute Friday at katemotaung.com – write for five minutes on a given prompt, which today is “whole”
When I hear the word “whole” I think “broken.” In this life, wholeness just seems like an unattainable goal.
I am too broken.
I used to think it was just me, that everyone else had it together, that they were whole and I was somehow different, but I think really we’re all broken- to different degrees and in different ways, but none of us is completely whole.
In a way it comes as a relief to accept that. It takes the pressure off to be sorted. It means it’s okay to admit my brokenness and not to feel I have to hide it.
I don’t mean this to undermine the healing that God has done in my life. When I look back ten years, I was a different person. God has healed so much and brought great transformation and freedom. I am certainly closer to wholeness now than I was then, and I want to continue on that journey, but I’m still broken, and, while I don’t always like that, I need to accept it.
We live in a broken world, and as Christians we are not exempt from the consequences of this: “We believers also groan, even though we have the Holy Spirit within us as a foretaste of future glory, for we long for our bodies to be released from sin and suffering.” (Romans 8:23)
But what we do have is hope: hope in knowing that Jesus died to deal with the brokenness- that he was broken so that we could be made whole- and a certain hope that one day we will fully experience that- everything will be made new, we will be made whole and we will be with God forever.
“I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.” (Revelation 21:3-4)
This gives me hope, even in the midst of the brokenness.