Leaning into the Broken

I watched, in shock, one Christmas, as my young son playfully tossed his lovie high into the air and it made contact with my favorite nativity set. The set that spelled “Jesus” with Mary and Joseph tucked into the E and U and right there in the cradle of the middle S was nestled the baby Jesus. Three of the letters crashed on the hearth. Broken.

I gasped and my hand went straight over my mouth, probably a good choice. My son’s eyes were saucers as he whipped his head towards me. I knew my response in that moment mattered.

It’s ok, Baby, ” I said. Was I assuring him or myself? “It was an accident.” Yeah definitely reminding myself of that.

Can you fix it, Mama?” His small voice trembling.

We can try,” I could feel the tension in my neck as I carefully gathered the porcelain fragments.

Maybe because of what it was that had broken, maybe because of the precious one who had broken it, maybe because of my own weary state, but as we later sorted out the pieces on the table and dabbed super glue here and there, so many thoughts raced through my mind.

Is this how He felt?

Eve crunched down on that fruit and the world fell broken.

I shook my dust fist in His face and walked my own way for years, broken.

Even after years of walking with Him, the heartache of a roller coaster marriage led me to turn my back on Him, broken.

His voice surely echoed in the temple that day, as Jesus read these words before the proud and the broken,

“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison for those who are bound.” (Isaiah 61:1)

It doesn’t take much for us to see the brokenness of this world, the brokenness in our own lives and the brokenness within our own hearts.

We are precious to Him. You are precious to Him. Broken yet priceless. Shattered yet valuable.

The brokenness often feels like too much, beyond repair. In our humanness we are. He alone came to to bind up the brokenness. He came to bring together what sin has shattered.

As I held the newly glued pieces together, my sweet boy diligently counted, per the glue instructions. His eyes twinkled as he cuddled his lovie and I felt the value of the binding. It wasn’t just in the putting back together of this nativity, but rather in the holding together of this sweet relationship with my boy and the lesson being woven into his heart.

Maybe the brokenness is the very place we learn to lean into His binding. I felt the gift of being held together by the One who binds up wounds, shattered pieces and broken places.

“He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.” (Colossians 1:17)

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11 thoughts on “Leaning into the Broken”

  1. Sometimes it is the crack in that precious item, the place where it is glued back together, that gives us the greatest joy in the end, because it can be such a beautiful reminder of the healing and the Healer.Your FMF neighbor at #17

  2. There is a plate upon a stand
    upon our kitchen shelf,
    that I repaired with my own hand;
    not bad, if I do say so myself!
    ‘Twas broken into many bits
    by a child amok in Pier One’s aisles,
    but before the manager threw some fits
    we made him come all happy smiles
    by paying, yes, the plate’s full price
    for the pieces we could find and box;
    the cost, it was no sacrifice
    for that plate, it really rocks,
    ’cause even with holes here and there
    it’s symbol now of love and care.

  3. “The brokenness often feels like too much, beyond repair. In our humanness we are. He alone came to to bind up the brokenness. He came to bring together what sin has shattered.”–This is very lovely!! I’m so glad I read this. Deirdre FMF#3

  4. A beautiful post to begin my day. So often, that first reaction, those first words, the first look on our faces makes all the difference in the hearts of those watching us. Thank you for sharing this precious story and the way God has used it for good in the lives of your precious son and you in relationship. Plus how this has affected my heart today. It has been a bit shattered for a while in ways others have behaved towards my need to wear a mask, my need to be more careful than they, my need to shelter in place far more than others. It is my relationship with God that makes ALL the difference. I cannot help how others reacts but I can help how I react. May God watch over you as you walk with Him,

    • “I cannot help how others reacts but I can help how I react.” That is exactly right and the wisdom God calls us to. Thank you for sharing, grateful to have encouraged your heart today.


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