One Word Carnival - Brokenness

God breaks my heart
a little bit more each day
so there is space
for it to grow

All this
from a woman
who was stone
solid, immovable

Jesus met me,

took me in
chisel in His hand
flint flying, chipping away
at useless rock

sculpting a better version of me

not caring how long the task might take

His time is infinite

Let me be more like my Lord
meeting people

where they are.

I wrote the lines above more than ten years ago, when my heart had just been captured by the Lord.

Not long after, I sensed Him teaching me that the only way He can get inside a heart is to break it. In that brokenness there is an opening for Him to slip inside. Once there, He repairs the cracks, the hurts, the sense of shattering and scattering. He heals the heart with no way for Himself to get back out again, and so becomes a permanant resident.

The more I grow in intimacy with Him, waiting and listening for the sound of His heartbeat in my own veins, the more I allow Him to continue to break my heart for the very same things that break His.

Now I know that He needs to allow cracks yet again in my heart, so that I can let Him out to shine upon those who don't yet know Him.

Going through the motions doesn't please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice.

Psalm 51:16-17 The Message

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