Broken and Spilled Out.....
The words hit my heart fresh again as I approach this season of Lent and ponder the brokenness and the spilled out giving of my Savior. All the while pondering what it looks like for my own life to be broken and the things that need to be broken off. Self-centeredness, idols, desires, agendas and dreams that are rooted in me and not in Him. What does it take for my life to become broken bread and spilled wine for those around me to taste and see that He is good? And, do I want that? These are questions to marinate in for the next 40 days, really for the rest of my days.
In conversation with a heart sister this week we talked about the tension we live in. The tension between what we know is of God and the brokenness that is around us that seems to consume most of our attention. Maybe that's it! The tension that I despise most days, that is between what I know about God and His goodness and the broken pieces and people, and the tension between what I know I should do and what I do, is really intended to be the instrument to break me. This tension is to cause me to run in desperation and surrender. The broken interruptions in my life, the lives around me, and in our world is the very pressure needed to get me to the end of my thoughts of being able to fix it or take care of it.
My eyes fell on this paragraph in Ann Voskamp's book The Broken Way today,
"Interrupt comes from the Latin word that means to "break into". Love is the willingness to be broken into. There are never interruptions in a day only manifestations of Christ. Your theology is best expressed in your availability and your interruptability and ability to be broken into. This is the broken way. This is all love.... I will only love as well as I let myself be broken into."
This love...it's His love. The love that is like a river that flows full, free, and with abandonment in a life and vessel of surrender, the kind of love that eclipses me and the kind of love that I cannot muster up.
I pray often, less of me and more of Jesus, asking for brokenness and a heart that spills out His love. Yet, how tightly do I cling to my own perceptions of how He will accomplish it? The way of broken and spilled out comes by the way of the cross, with surrender, suffering, and yet screaming and demonstrating lavish love.
Still learning,
Kim
The words hit my heart fresh again as I approach this season of Lent and ponder the brokenness and the spilled out giving of my Savior. All the while pondering what it looks like for my own life to be broken and the things that need to be broken off. Self-centeredness, idols, desires, agendas and dreams that are rooted in me and not in Him. What does it take for my life to become broken bread and spilled wine for those around me to taste and see that He is good? And, do I want that? These are questions to marinate in for the next 40 days, really for the rest of my days.
In conversation with a heart sister this week we talked about the tension we live in. The tension between what we know is of God and the brokenness that is around us that seems to consume most of our attention. Maybe that's it! The tension that I despise most days, that is between what I know about God and His goodness and the broken pieces and people, and the tension between what I know I should do and what I do, is really intended to be the instrument to break me. This tension is to cause me to run in desperation and surrender. The broken interruptions in my life, the lives around me, and in our world is the very pressure needed to get me to the end of my thoughts of being able to fix it or take care of it.
My eyes fell on this paragraph in Ann Voskamp's book The Broken Way today,
"Interrupt comes from the Latin word that means to "break into". Love is the willingness to be broken into. There are never interruptions in a day only manifestations of Christ. Your theology is best expressed in your availability and your interruptability and ability to be broken into. This is the broken way. This is all love.... I will only love as well as I let myself be broken into."
This love...it's His love. The love that is like a river that flows full, free, and with abandonment in a life and vessel of surrender, the kind of love that eclipses me and the kind of love that I cannot muster up.
I pray often, less of me and more of Jesus, asking for brokenness and a heart that spills out His love. Yet, how tightly do I cling to my own perceptions of how He will accomplish it? The way of broken and spilled out comes by the way of the cross, with surrender, suffering, and yet screaming and demonstrating lavish love.
Still learning,
Kim
