“Oh, no Mama! A bwoken moon!” My three year old son exclaimed from the backseat of our car.
I smiled and stifled the giggle that rose up inside me. “Oh son, the moon’s not broken, we just can’t see the whole thing right now. But you wait, in a few more days it will be all round again.”
This was one of those moments that I have treasured in my heart. That little boy is all grown up now and I miss the simple truth that comes out of the mouths of babes.
As I pull out from my treasure trove and reminisce on this sweet memory, I find myself wondering . . .
What if . . . what we see as brokenness here on this planet, my all-wise, all-knowing Father sees as wholeness.
From His perspective . . .
Could brokenness be the place of healing?
Could sorrow be the cup of joy?
Could my tears be the pathway to laughter?
Life is pain . . .
a loved one is diagnosed with a terminal illness, a kindred spirit moves away.
And the aching of the heart . . .
the distance of a wayward child, the longing of a mother’s heart.
And brokenness . . .
the loss of a job, the confusion of a mental illness, a family split apart by divorce.
Is God in the pain? Is He in the brokenness? Is He is in the aching of my heart?
Yes, Yes and Yes. “I AM” . . .
I hear Him whisper in the dark corner of my heart. I hear him shout it in the midst of my pain.
When we cry out, “Look God, it’s broken!”
He shouts, “It is FINISHED!”
But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed. Isaiah 53.5
He sees the WHOLE. He knows the Future. He’s working His Plan.
Not your feelings. Not your circumstances. Not your pain.
And remember, what seems like brokenness here, will one day be wholeness in Heaven.
It’s a promise.
Hold on to it. Don’t forget it. Don’t turn away from it.
Our bodies are buried in brokenness, but they will be raised in glory. They are buried in weakness, but they will be raised in strength. 1 Corinthians 15.43