BROKEN AND MENDED

I have always been amazed at how broken people are, but never more than when I went into business for myself and never more than this year in particular. I have seen demanding people, nervously energetic people, people with obsessive/compulsive disorder, depressed people, and some that I would call toxic. And I hurt for them because I am just as broken as they, maybe not in the same spots but still broken nonetheless. I am always blessed by the phrase "there but for the grace of God go I". God is merciful, graceful, marvelous beyond description. And I praise Him and His healings because no more than this year in particular have I learned that I am broken, I am just mended. Not only am I mended but God knows that even some of the mended parts take time to cement and function with the other non-broken parts of me. Christ was literally broken, for His sacrifice entailed the meal in which the bread of life was broken and shared/ So while he was not broken at the knees, as other crucified people were, He was indeed broken for our transgressions. What heals is not ourselves, it's not in having no boundaries and pushing the limits, it's not in the perfect body, the sweetest smile, the best student. Mending the broken us is God. And only God. He heals on His time, not mine or anyone else. And His is always best.