"Our response to Him should be the same, no matter the circumstances. Nothing about His nature changes whether it's storming or bright."
I've been avoiding writing this post for a few days now. He gave it to me, and I've been sitting on it. Avoiding it. Hoping it would go away. That He'd give me something new.
And then there was the busted pot.
And it's my brokenness that I'm called to share.
It's in our burdens, in our brokenness that He shines through.
Our burdens, our brokenness looks different for each of us.
God gave me poop. Crap.
Literally.
I wish He'd given me something else. Do you know how many people above the age of 4 (other than tween boys) like to discuss poop?
Yet, it's impossible to share my walk without sharing my health struggles and at the root of that is poop. Crap.
The health of your body lies in your gut. So, yeah, in your toilet.
70% of your immune system is in your gut.
People carry stress in one of two places - their head and their gut. So, you either struggle with headaches and tension, or tummy troubles.
The statistics and the research on gut health is wide and deep. And contradictory. And confusing. And endless.
I've spent years now wishing it was different. In the last few months I've adopted a new philosophy.
It is what it is - nothing more, nothing less.
This is what He has given me to walk.
I can whine about how some people get sunshine and rainbows and I get waste.
Or, I can find the joy in the crap.
We are made to PRAISE Him.
My devotion read encouraged me to break a pot. Then glue it back together while thinking over what it's like to be broken.
That seemed silly to me. Wasteful.
So, mother nature broke the pot for me.
Yes, I'm listening now.
We are all broken vessels, mended by grace.
Those cracks are where He seeps through.
That pot will never look the same again. There will always be evidence of the brokenness. The cracks will always be there.
My first instinct would have been to throw that pot out. We live in such a disposable society.
I'm now saving that pot (sorry 40 bags in 40 days) to remind me forever of the beauty in being broken by Him.
Forever changed.
Mended by grace.
Letting Him seep out the cracks He created.
Letting Him shine through.
Embracing the beauty of brokenness.
Finding the sunshine and rainbows in the midst of the crap.
Mama Warriors, we are surrounded by a society that focuses on "why me." A society of great comparison.
He chose you to walk that brokenness. He chose you. He's the author of a grand story - TRUST that He's enough to mend you.
2 Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. Galations 6:2
If I'm not already praying for YOU, for your burden - please ask. You are not made to carry it alone.
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