Gather The Broken Pieces

"God doesn't stop providing. He's constant in the provision, whether we see it or not. It's just that sometimes He starts providing differently, depending on what we need for the moment." - from Come Matter Here by Hannah Brencher. I've seen this truth playing out in my life over the past couple of weeks. I highlighted these words on the day I started reading the book, never dreaming of what was about to unfold in my life or how much I would have to trust this. On June 10th, my aunt fell and badly injured her hand. She lives with me, so I needed to take some time off work to help her since she was not able to use her dominant hand at all. I didn't really think much of taking the time off at the time. I assumed a week or two would fix everything, that her hand would heal quickly, and then life would return to it's normal flow. However, the injury was worse than I had thought. It led me to take more time off and then more again. Finally, still unable t...

There was something I felt like God was showing me the other day, something that would have a real impact on me and my journey. I thought I should write about it and share what I had learned, because after all, that is the purpose of this blog. I sat down to do just that, thinking this something had the elements for a powerfully real blog post. I picked up my pen to write and...nothing. Then when my words did come, they were jumbled. And my thoughts kept straying from my main point. Now, my pre-programmed thought patterns instantly want to shout "failure" in my face. "Look at you!" they scream. "You can't even write down what you're feeling! These are important words that need to be said and you're wasting time! Pathetic! Useless!" But instead of listening to those lies, I'm choosing to learn something. Because if you learn something, even if it feels insignificantly small, then you're making progress. So here's this...I'll ...

Last year, I thought I finally had my stuff together. I wasn't quite where I knew I should be, but I thought I was on the right track. I was doing the right things, saying the right things, posting the right things on social media, even praying the right things. I was proud of the progress I was making, and I thought surely my life had turned a corner and things would finally start lining up and God would soon give me the desires of my heart. Brokenness knows how to hide itself well.  Sometimes you don't know how broken you are until something forces you to look deep inside yourself, past the veneer of "I'm okay." Down deep in the dark corners of my soul, brokenness was lurking. Sometimes we're so busy trying to do the right things we forget to take a long look at our heart to see WHY we want to do the right things. Was I doing and saying and posting because I was in love with Jesus and wanted to share His message with the world? Or was it so that...