There have been times in my life
when I would never stand for the things I know intuitively now are for my own
suffering good. Pride masquerading as
advocacy, I would step in and insist upon my own defence. On a worldly plane, of course, I was standing
up for manipulations done against me or others.
But neither in God’s economy or the world’s does that method really
work. Yet it’s a common default to
insist justice be served exactly how we see it.
Like a clock ticking in the
presence of a thunderstorm, or the person unflustered bearing a tirade of
abuse, there is a grand copse of wisdom in reacting via the inaction of the
reflective higher mind that muses long before doing anything.
Brokenness is a state. It’s the ability to bear an insult because
humility for the pleasing of God is more important than a petty retort. Brokenness is happy to endure the
insult. It trusts beyond the nonsensical
nature of the injustices besmirched toward it.
Brokenness is a state of being,
blessed from heaven exacted below, throbbing in pain, yet purposed for growth,
as brokenness is from God.
Brokenness of being is a state of
place in this world, of acceptance, here, so something abundantly better is
being forged for later, and certainly in eternity.
Bear the insult of brokenness and bring
about the ingress of blessing.
It really is how the gospel truly
works in our lives.
May God truly bless you,
Steve Wickham.
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