Today in my english class, the professor asked if any of us kept a journal. I looked around and saw that no one had raised their hand and I slowly raised mine. Yes, I do keep a black journal with a page marker in it, but I don't write the normal things that would be kept. I turn my thoughts into poems and that is what I keep in my little black book. You may be asking yourself, "What does it mean to be broken?" Being broken can be literally anything. Being broken can be the child that is homeless with no hope. Being broken can mean having something or someone that you loved so dearly being ripped out of your life. Being broken can mean having insecurities and hating them and attempting to change them. Being broken can also mean being beautiful. God had to turn complete darkness into something beautiful when He created the Earth.
How do I find the beautiful in my life that seems to be falling apart? There is an easy answer to that question, but it can be difficult as well. You have to find God. You might be thinking, "Where is the beauty in finding God?" I wish that I had this amazing answer to give to you, but I don't. In order to find the beauty in God, you have to have a personal experience with Him and you will automatically know and it will be a feeling that you will never forget. In the end, God and His love is the ultimate goal. My youth pastor once told me that I am strong enough to run this race of life. Everyone has different paces and it doesn't matter where you are in your life because everyone will go through the same thing eventually. I have many mentors that I look up too because they went through the same things that I did and they will always be there to help me out.
What helped me get through my broken pieces were my poems. And one day I hope to have them published so they could be a way to help other people through whatever is broken in their life. My thoughts are that if I can only help one person, then I have achieved what God has stated in His Word. You may be broken, but you are not broken beyond repair. That is what makes being shattered beautiful. I love filling mason jars with crushed glass and using it as room decor. The jar with the glass reminds me that I am myself when I show my brokenness to Christ because only He can make you brand new. If your reading this, just know that I am praying for you and believing in you to get through what your going through. Remember that you are not alone because the maker of the universe is and will always be by your side.
