Beauty in the Broken

I am feeling a bit scrambled. Lately I feel like I am in a spin cycle. I leave three weeks from today and wow so much is happening. I am so excited and yet the reality of it all is hitting me. I am leaving everything I have ever known for three full months. I feel scared yet assured about my decision to go. The unknown is so uncomfortable. God is working in that uncomfortable...

I don't understand His love and have been realizing that I don't know how to receive such Love. I am boggled and overwhelmed by the fact that He could love this brokenness, this mess of a person. I so often miss what He has for me as I am wrapped up in my own selfishness yet He is still there. Waiting. My own pride gets in the way of it all. His Glory is everywhere yet I am so blind to see it.

I have been so angry as I see what is going on in this world and don't understand how this Father can allow such pain to His kids. I continue to hear the term "broken" in reference to our society, our generation, sin in general and it is the term given to the unexplainable awful things going on. "those people are just so broken..." But why do we put a negative tone to "the broken?" Or I guess I should just say that is what I have caught myself doing. Like "the broken" is such a negative and almost a shameful thing. But as I read stories that just rip me up I hear the Lord whispering in my ear that the girl who was sold into slavery, the little boy who is forced to become the head of the family at 8 when his parents die from AIDS- "They are beautiful, that is my child, Megan..."

So my prayer is this.