They when you crush a rose, the fragrance is stronger. Remember Jesus and the women that came and
poured oil on his feet and wiped it with her hair and washed them with her
tears…the one forgiven much loves much.
So the broken one often loves more than the whole one.
I know that I have been broken. When my heart is crushed and I am
fragile and sometimes not even able to raise my hands or eyes, choosing to say “Blessed
Be the Name of the Lord” is probably the most pure worship God ever receives
from me. Here my mind is not distracted
by music or words or others around me but engaged fully in the struggle that
tries to tear me from my God. When I
don’t understand how He can be sovereign and allow me to hurt even though I am
His beloved, and I choose trust anyway – this is true worship…this is
adoration…this is bowing down to no other but Him.
Sometimes I wonder, now that I’m a little healed and a little stronger,
how much I enter into worship because I get so distracted. I’m not conscious of my intense need at every
moment like I was at my most broken. If
I stop to think, I remember my need, but it isn't staring me in the face to
challenge me to walk on and live. Being
un-broken and whole is not necessarily always a good thing. Jesus was broken, and so we join in His
sufferings so that we may also share in His glory.
I can’t walk alone and I have known this. I have been rescued from death. I have known
the nearness and the healing of the One who will eventually make me whole….and
therefore I personally have much adoration for this One. Eventually
as we are made whole and when all is whole, the more true statement might be
that
The scarred ones love most.
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