This world is full of such beauty, but beauty that so often cradles brokenness. It’s hard to comprehend how such joy and sorrow can coexist; heavy heartbreak all tangled up in holy presence. Yet what freedom comes when we stop resisting the mystery, but instead give in to the ways of the Beloved, who has tasted death all wrapped in victory.
Yes, where beauty meets brokenness. This theme that keeps repeating her melody to me. Story after story, song after song, as it becomes the heartbeat of my days, and if I let it, my very offering.
In brokenness, there is beauty, this I have come to know. And I know that when I’ve tasted suffering, I’ve tasted eternity. The joy of knowing Him more, even in the breaking.
“Our Lord reaches out from the cross to embrace us with both arms. One is the arm of sorrow, suffering, and pain, and the other is the arm of peace, love, and joy. We cannot have one without the other. The cross is the gateway to oneness with Infinity Itself. Yet we do not pass right through. We must stop and abide in the Life that we find there—the passion, the compassion of the Crucified. As we welcome our pain and unmet longings with hope, we open to the divine embrace. We are, at last, resting in God. This is the hope that the Apostle Paul knew when he exhorted us to rejoice and give thanks in all things.” -an excerpt from The Hidden Life Awakened book
Lord, grant us hearts to believe
more than what our eyes can see.
Let us meet You in that tender space,
where loss becomes gain
where suffering becomes joy
where even death springs up into eternal life.
Let us not resist the ways of your kingdom
upside down kingdom.
Let us not be afraid of brokenness.
Because brokenness is the way of the cross
and the cross is the way of our Beloved Lord.
The man who embodied this mystery,
where beauty is bound in brokenness
and death is swallowed up in victory.