Life has a way of breaking us. Sometimes it happens suddenly; other times, it starts as a small crack that slowly deepens until it finally gives way. The plans we made, the dreams we hoped for, the people we trusted—broken, leaving us gasping for air in the wreckage. But when our hearts shatter, the presence of the Lord surrounds us and begins to gently pick up the pieces.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” Psalm 34:18 (NLT)
God doesn’t wait for us to pull ourselves together; rather, He meets us right in the middle of the mess. Right where all the pieces have fallen. He handles them with such care, like slowly gathering small shards of glass one by one. None of the pieces ever go to waste—they’re all part of the story that He is continuously writing for us. He collects what pain has stolen and broken apart, and He graciously restores and rebuilds it.
The Lord is very near to us when we are broken. He takes a crushed spirit and breathes life back into it. Each broken piece becomes a place for His light to shine through. And when He’s finished, what once was shattered will reflect His glory more beautifully than ever before.
My Light for My Lord 