Openly Broken

Ok. So.

I sat on a bus with 18 other people from my church to head up to a place that helps people with addictions. How was my trip?

Hmm.

How do you describe being in a place so welcoming, so safe you feel comfortable walking around in your PJ’s with your teeth not brushed and some serious bed head?

How do you describe hiking up a half mile hill to a huge rock, that no matter how chilly the air you can still feel the warmth?

How do you describe a place that even though your body aches and you feel you have nothing left to give you push on toward the finish line?

How about a place where beautiful people, skinny people, attractive people, people with smiles that make your heart melt, and with eyes that shine through the tears tell you and everyone in the chapel how broken they feel and how they struggle with there ‘issues’ every day. Many times to the point of breaking.

Hard to describe the humility of a long term addict who’s struggle seems as new as the day he arrived. The sincere voice as he cries out to God to help him. Then praises him with the very next song, so powerfully, from his heart!

A place where the openness to brokenness is a daily reminder of how God wants us to be.

Openly, broken for all to see, and yet still love!

'nuf said.