21 September 2010

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.



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13 comments:

Michael said...

Amen.

Lisa notes... said...

Beautifully spoken.
"sculpting a better version of me"

If we can remember to frame it truthfully like you have, we can be so honored that He chooses to break us. And work on us. And shine through us.

Thanks for the blessing.
Lisa

Glynn said...

And we're all still a work in progress. Beautiful poem.

Sandra Heska King said...

Repairing cracks from the inside. Love that thought.

jasonS said...

Powerful and beautiful, Karin. He has related to us through a broken heart on the cross, enters through our broken heart, and reaches through our broken heart to others. Thank you.

herbhalstead said...

that's beautiful.

melissabrotherton.com said...

What a beautiful idea...God breaks our heart so it can grow. :)

Bev said...

because i have a hard time putting in to words what my heart feels, i am blown away when i read something like this....that you are able to lay this down...
beautiful, and so true...
xo

Nikole Hahn said...

Broken is beautiful. Once the pain ebbs and you come up for air again you find yourself staring at the Son, feeling His warmth, and then, suddenly, you can also love better.

JC Dude said...

Always thought I was a "crack pot" and that a broken and contrite heart would do me well. Beautiful poem and message...thanks!

Jingle said...

growing pain is cool,
very beautiful sentiments here.
love your style and the talent along with it.

Alex Marestaing said...

Yeah, there is pain in growth sometimes and growth in pain. After a 7.0 earthquake of disappointing news this week, I'm starting to see green growing through the cracks today...very cool

Bridget Chumbley said...

Absolutely beautiful... thank you!

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