Because I Choose Vulnerable…
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I am not going to apologize. I really don’t need to. Because I choose vulnerable. Because I choose broken.
Sometimes it’s a battle. It’s really not the easy or pretty choice. It doesn’t fit in your nice little neat box with the ends tied up perfectly.
Some things just can’t be fixed. I am okay with that. I will be okay with that even tomorrow. Because it’s a choice. To choose broken.
It’s really funny to me, how many people are uncomfortable with broken. It baffles their little minds. And they spin in circles to try to fix you. Maybe if you try A, B or C… it will fix your broken.
They can’t understand it. Because they don’t want to be broken themselves. If they could just smooth away all the troubles in this world, they would.
I am tired of trying to fix. I am choosing not to anymore. I know it’s a shocker to those who cannot even comprehend this idea.
I choose hope instead. I choose waiting. I choose trust. I choose trust without limitations. I choose beauty. I choose life in my broken. I choose breathing.
Do you know why and how I can even possibly choose these things? Because God used the most broken thing in my life to bring beauty, life, restoration and healing.
It’s as simple as that. I will make it through the bumps. I will make it through the hard. Because I can trust that beauty is in the broken. And I choose to wait for Him to put the pieces back together, instead of trying to do it all on my own.
Just so you know… I am okay with my broken. I am okay that I don’t have all the answers. And I am filled with joy that I don’t have to find all of them. I am free.
My word for this year is grounded. Grounded is when you are planted firm. Not swayed by the hard things or the easy. But grounded in love.
When you stop trying to fix everything, you can finally see the beauty that was there all along. I am ok with broken. Even yours.
a girl and her brush 
This is absolutely beautiful…and brought me to tears. I hope you don’t mind if I share a link to this post. Thank you for sharing this.
U completely understand you. Jan P
I meant I completely understand you. But now that I look at that sentence, that makes sense too. If you completely understand yourself that is wonderful in itself! Jan P
Dear Wendy, Sometimes I realize – once again – the effects a past chronic illness had on my life. And I find my way to hope again. I choose a lot of rest, which I need to stay well. So I may miss some things, not achieve as much, not attend as many social events – but health first. And then after some rest, a new small poem. Blessings, Ellen
I’m so proud of you for being real. The most beautiful thing Christ gave us was broken.
Hugs. I’m going through this at the moment. I’ve accepted broken but others around me can’t and even though I know their advice is out of love I’m over hearing it.
It’s impossible to fix everything and not even necessary. I am with you on the beauty of the broken.
I have recently accepted broken myself. My journaling helps me.
Totally awesome thoughts! Very freeing, and at Jesus feet we lay ourselves open and He accepts us just as we are. Broken is actually spiritual perfection. There really is no higher plain than Broken. Thank you so much for the reminder.