Day 14 ~ Broken Things

multicolored broken mirror decor

My trusty little iPhone 5s is broken – the screen, anyway. The phone slipped out of my hand at the front door many months ago as I was fishing for my keys and landed screen-down on the cement. I feared the worst as I picked it up and slowly turned it over to assess the damage, squinting at it through one eye to fend off certain fiery darts of regret. But I was pleasantly surprised to find only one crack – that started at the top and ended just above the power button! Ordinarily I would chide myself to be more careful all the way to the phone repair kiosk in the mall, do some shopping for an hour or so and pick up my good-as-new phone with a shiny, crack-free screen.

Ordinarily. But the truth is, I had just replaced the sim card that lived out its natural life at no small expense, not to mention already replacing the screen once (twice?). So I couldn’t let the kiosk-guy bail me out again so soon; I was just going to live with a cracked screen until it didn’t work any longer (or until I couldn’t take it anymore!)Grace

Within weeks, I began to notice that the original single crack was starting to grow shoots and branches. Then I found tiny chips at the very top and under the power button that have since grown to quite respectable divots. Still determined to make this screen last as long as possible, I tried my best to ignore the flaws and was managing fairly well until I began to notice hazy brown distortions on either side of the larger cracks that left me reading everything at an angle and in just the right light. I think it might be time….

Broken things don’t get better on their own. They need to be tended to, cared for and mended. And if not, over time, the broken places just continue to shoot and branch and chip until it seems impossible to make them new again. Just like us.

How many times do we push away our pain, ignore our anger or run from memories that have left cracks so deep we sometimes talk ourselves into thinking they don’t really matter. But broken things don’t get better on their own….and neither do broken people.broken-pottery-heart

We need to be tended to, cared for and mended, and that takes work….and courage….and trust….and vulnerability. And it also takes surrender – surrender of the very things that hurt us the deepest in order for God to begin the healing that we need most. There are many things I can do for myself, and I am working really hard at those things, but my true hope and healing come from the one who knows me best and loves me most. And he happens to specialize is mending broken things.

There is always hope, no matter what the picture looks like. Maybe it’s time to have a talk with God about your own broken places. He cares about each one and has a way of bringing beauty into the mending that creates something better than we could have ever hoped or imagined. God knows what you’ve been through and “there’s a kind of love that God only knows.”

I’m kind of becoming living proof of that. =)

From my heart to yours,

Shellie

God Only Knows

For King and Country

Wide awake while the world is sound asleepin’
Too afraid of what might show up while you’re dreamin’
Nobody, nobody, nobody sees you
Nobody, nobody, nobody would believe you

Every day you try to pick up all the pieces

All the memories, they somehow never leave you
Nobody, nobody, nobody sees you
Nobody, nobody, nobody would believe you

God only knows what you’ve been through

God only knows what they say about you
God only knows how it’s killing you
But there’s a kind of love that God only knows

God only knows what you’ve been through

God only knows what they say about you
God only knows the real you
There’s a kind of love that God only knows

You keep a cover over every single secret
So afraid if someone saw them they would leave
But somebody, somebody, somebody sees you
Somebody, somebody will never leave you

God only knows what you’ve been through
God only knows what they say about you
God only knows how it’s killing you
But there’s a kind of love that God only knows

God only knows what you’ve been through
God only knows what they say about you
God only knows the real you
There’s a kind of love that God only knows

There’s a kind of love that
There’s a kind of love
There’s a kind of love that
There’s a kind of love

For the lonely, for the ashamed
The misunderstood, and the ones to blame
What if we could start over
We could start over
We could start over

Oh for the lonely, for the ashamed

The misunderstood, and the ones to blame
What if we could start over
We could start over
We could start over
‘Cause there’s a kind of love that God only knows

God only knows what you’ve been through
God only knows what they say about you
God only knows the real you
But there’s a kind of love that God only knows

God only knows what you’ve been through
God only knows what they say about you
God only knows the real you
There’s a kind of love that God only knows

There’s a kind of love that
There’s a kind of love
There’s a kind of love that
There’s a kind of love

God only knows where to find you
God only knows how to break through
God only knows the real you
There’s a kind of love that God only knows

Songwriters: Joel David Smallbone / Jordan Reynolds / Josh Kerr / Luke Smallbone
God Only Knows lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Audiam, Inc

About Shellie

Welcome ~ I am a mom, a wife, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a dreamer and a writer. But most of all I am a woman of faith - I have a deep longing to know and love....God.
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2 Responses to Day 14 ~ Broken Things

  1. Anonymous says:

    The music is always so fitting to your message. Loved this one. Thanks Shellie once again.

    • Shellie says:

      I rarely know at the beginning of a post what song will be shared, and even I am amazed at how the two so often weave together. I’m pretty sure it’s a God thing. =)

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