Hosea 6:1
“He has torn us to pieces but He will heal us; He has injured us but He will bind up our wounds.”
That feeling of God breaking me has been one of much pain. It hurts to be broken, to have God dig into my heart. The walls I’ve put up have become thick, heavy stones, and God has been knocking them down. He’s taking everything apart. He’s removing me. But He’ll bind me back together. He isn’t just tearing me apart to leave me like this. He’s tearing me apart so that He can build me back up to being more like Him.
Being broken is hard because I want to put myself back together. And whenever I start noticing myself doing the work, God breaks me a little bit more. He wants to be the one to put me back. It’s only Him who can do that. I can’t be both the potter and clay. I must step back and let Him do His work. I have to wait on the Lord and let Him be God.
The beautiful thing about being broken is that as painful as it is in the moment, the light at the end of the tunnel gets brighter and brighter. I can see the intense, bold, sacrificial love He has for me. As painful as this is, I’m reminded of what Jesus did for me. I’m reminded of the lashes on His back, the beatings He faced, and the nails through His skin. He became human to die, to be broken, in a horrible way. For me. For the love He has for me. And I’ve never let Him in in the way I should have. As I’ve realized that, I’m more willing to let Him break me. I’ve surrendered to my God. Because He sent His only son to die and be separated from Him for me, I can let Him break me so He can build me up in the way He desires. Because it’s all Him, not me. The more He breaks me down, the more I see Him holding me and fighting for me.
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