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This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. – Psalms 118:24 (KJV)

The Brokenness…

Mar
26

If you were to ask me to write a post about being broken, broken things and ‘brokenness’ I would have to accept your proposal and I would also have to write the post in a story type fashion. You see, sometimes, the only way for me to get my point across crisp and clear is with a story.

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So let me begin with a story of ‘Brokenness’ on this day.

The silence in the room was deafening as it echoed throughout the night. The boy lie awake, tormented by his emotions, restless and weary of fighting them hours on end. Trying his best not to give in. He stares up at the blank ceiling. There in that white void in the late hour of the night he finds solitude, comfort and assurance. But not peace. He stares for hours at this ceiling, dwelling on things of the past, dreaming, praying, hoping, wishing. Crying. Crying out, crying for and crying about, the things of the past. Can he find comfort in his tears? Is there rest for the weary? Is there solitude and peace for those who weep and mourn in the late hour of the lonely night? Or is there just pain and despair? Hurt and grief? To what end? How can this be? The boy cries harder with his face buried in his pillow like a weak and feeble infant with no shame. Why would God permit such heartache to pierce the soul of such a young child, a servant of Christ? A doer of good. How could it be? Does the good Lord not hear the cries that is bellowed throughout the night by this young boy? Does he have no care at all for what happens to this child? Does it not concern God one bit? Why, oh why must the good suffer so, while the evil receive so much goodness with so little turmoil or hardships? This is the question the heartbroken boy cries out into the dark and silent lonely night.

Are there answers for this young soul? Is there hope? Or is there only pain and heartache? Alone and tired and broken and scared and so afraid of losing all he has left, for he’s already lost so much. Friends, loved ones, beloved pets. How can such a tormented person go on in this life? Expected to always be smiling, always be shining, always a comfort to those in need in the late hour of their lonely grief. To what end is this tragic pain? To what end? Can others simply not understand? Or can they understand and just not care? Is it selfishness for this child to seek solitude and comfort and confine in others? Is it selfish to want one lonely night to himself to grieve, to weep, to mourn and cry out for his Father’s help?

So many have asked of this boy, “can you talk?” and no matter the late hour, he responds. “Yes.” No matter the events that are happening in his own life, he sets them aside and finds temporary comfort in paying attention to the heartache and brokenness of those around him. But, again I must ask. To what end? How can one go on? How can one be expected to smile through the tears? How can one be expected to forget, expected to move on so quickly from such turmoil, such torment. How can that be, how can it be? Now, let us discuss this child’s Family.

There is a Family:

A Mother, a Father, a Daughter a Son. And the Daughter’s two children as well. And in these days, what are families most prone to? What is most likely to happen to families? From a biblical perspective, heartache, pain, turmoil and yes… Brokenness, the enemy works it all out  so well. That it seems as if Mother is against Daughter and Daughter is against Mother. Father against Son, and Son is against Father, and on and on and on when will the brokenness be gone? There is so much division, separation and hurt. The boy often finds himself crying himself to sleep at night. Crying out, asking, why wondering If,  if his family is so divided, if there is so much strife and so much anger and heartache. How can his family ever make it to heaven together? How?

With the thoughts of Daughter against Mother and the thoughts of Mother against daughter, constant arguing and never ending fighting and inevitable division, how can there ever be a path to heaven for his family or anyone? How? Why must it be him? Why must this hurt and tragedy happen to him and to his family? Sickness, confusion, strife and pain. Why must this happen? Does God not hear the cries of the young boy in the middle of the  lonely night? Does he simply not care? Why must the world be so broken? When the boy is finally able to sleep, he wakes with one thought and one question on his mind.

I wake up this morning to families torn apart and I wish I could fix it, give them a brand new start. But I can’t. I know you’re hurting and I know you’re in pain. I know how you feel. But don’t give up yet, just believe. You are stronger than you think. You’ve been through the trials and you’ve been through the pain. You have been hurt so severe. But don’t give up, you’ve made it through and yes, you are stronger than you think. And if you’ve made it through this, just think what you can do. You could change the whole world and help others too. Because you are stronger than you think.

In Conclusion:

So there you have it, my short story for “Brokenness” broken things. There will always be brokenness in one’s life and there will always be heartache and turmoil. There will always be hurting children and there will always be families torn apart. Not because of anything that God has done, but because of what man has done. The world is corrupt and the enemy is on the warpath. And more and more each day we are giving in to his ways and that just makes the world that much darker. While the boy in my story may face some hardships from time to time and while he may grieve greatly in the late hour of the lonely night. He never once let himself become consumed by darkness, and that is where we must tread ever so carefully. It is alright to grieve, it’s perfectly normally to cry and to feel sad from time to time, it is even normal to be completely overwhelmed by heartache, we are only human. But we can’t let that determine us as a person. We must keep strong and we must move on.

God is our fortress, he is our refuge and he is our mighty tower. While it may not seem like he cares for all those little children that weep and mourn in the lonely night. He does and he does listen to them, he is listening to them and he will answer them. Which is why I do my part in praying every night for every child all over the world. The abandoned child, the broken child. The child that is neglected and abused, they could use all the prayers they could get and if we can do more, then we should do that too. Until next time my friends, remember that we cannot choose the events that happen to us but we CAN choose how we respond to them. Just remember God is the great Physician and he can mend all broken things. It won’t be easy, it will take time. But nothing is impossible with God, some things may not be mended until that day in heaven when he wipes the tears from our eyes but he can and he will.

SHALOM –

Children & The Corn

Jul
14

Don’t get it twisted just yet my friends, at least listen to what I have to say first. However, before I get into that, why not a short word of inspiration? When people tell you that you can’t, show them that you can. When they tell you that you won’t, show them that you most definitely will and lastly. If people tell you that you will never, show them that you will never let them be right no matter what it takes.

CornA long time ago, back in the day. When I was but a wee lil’ lad, I did something really stupid. Haven’t we all? It was the summer of the year 2000 something (which we are still living in, for anyone confused) and I had just went outside to play with another member of my family and a neighbor friend that we had invited over, my grandma and my mom were gone and my grandpa was the only left at home to watch us. He was in his bedroom, most likely taking a nap. When all of a sudden, we decided to go and play in the garden, well isn’t that a bright idea? I remember standing next to the corn stalk’s, I must of only been 4 1/2 feet tall and they were almost as tall as me so they must not have been that tall yet. I believe we were playing cops and robbers, I even had a toy dispatch radio.

As we were playing, I started getting tired and wanted to rest for a moment, but my younger family member started pulling on me and I decided to grad a hold of the corn. The constant tugging at it eventually caused it to become uprooted, I stood there for a few minutes in shock while holding the ripped up stalk in my hand. I heard my grandpa come outside, he must of heard all the ruckus and woke up from his nap to see what was going on. My family member told me that I was in trouble, our neighbor just stood there for a moment in the garden until my grandpa got there and seen what had happened, I have to say. He wasn’t too happy about me pulling up one of his corn stalks that my grandma and him had put so much time and effort in to grow, let’s just say that I learned a lesson that day and a lesson that has stayed with me even to this day.

Parents – God – Children – Corn

So, by now I bet you are wondering, “how does this tie into children?” Well, let me explain. It took my grandparents a whole lot of hard work, time and effort in growing that corn. First, the ground had to be tilled and then the seed had to be planted, it had to be covered up with a gardening hoe. Watered, weeded and nurtured for quite a long time to get it as big as it was. Only to be uprooted as if it was all done in vain, for nothing. It couldn’t bare any food anymore and there was no way of getting it deeply rooted again as it was once before, it seems as though it was lost forever. In the same way that an uprooted corn stalk can upset a person that values their garden a lot, having a child become uprooted from everything that a parent has taught them and raised them on their whole life can also very easily be upsetting for that parent.

It didn’t take them over night to get their child so deeply rooted in such a strong solid foundation, or well at least what they thought was a rock solid foundation. So why is it that many times parent’s children can become so easily uprooted almost over night as if they were never rooted at all? Temptation, tugging perhaps. The enemy will come and no matter how deeply rooted parent’s may think that their children are mentally, and even spiritually. If they aren’t fully committed to the will of God, then they will be easily taken down by the tugs of the enemy and like the man that build his house on sand, they will come crashing down.

In Conclusion:

Really all there is that we can do is pray. It may not seem like a whole lot, but it really is more than we could ever imagine, because it is true that prayer changes things. It is true that with faith and prayer, what once seemed like a terrible tragedy, can be turned around in to something so much greater than we could have ever thought. Continuously nurture your corn, water it, weed it, help it to grow as strong as it can be. Help it to be as deeply rooted as possible, so that no matter how strong the wind is, it won’t be able to blow it down. And no matter how rough the enemy comes in tugging, they won’t be able to pull it up. It’s not going to be an easy task and I for one am not one to give too much expertise on such issues, however. I must say. With God, it most certainly will not be impossible.

So you see my friends. It appears that the title should make some type of sense now, shouldn’t it? I know that some may have gotten the wrong impression at first glance, but believe you me. That was not my intentions. My only intentions is to help people see a great message of inspiration each time I share something on here, and while there may be times that I become weary and discouraged with everything. I know that with God ALL things are possible and I keep trusting in him for inspiration and he just keeps right on giving it to me.

I hope you liked today’s post and until next time…

SHALOM –

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