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Never Be Afraid of Broken Things: a Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt

I’m joining today with the Five Minute Friday community of writers who write for 5 minutes about a one word prompt.

Today’s writing prompt: BROKEN

I stand there, looking down at my worn and weary hands. 

They shake slightly, tired from the journey, and tired of holding so tightly to the object in my hand. 

He approaches, presence light and gentle, love seeping out from every pore. He reaches out tenderly, His hands strong and able. He wraps His fingers slowly, carefully, around the circular form of the gadget fixed firmly in my grasp. 

It’s ok, Beloved, I’ve got this. Trust me. 

His whisper hits a broken place deep inside of me, and finally, I relent. 

As I let go, I feel my heart gradually crack open in surrender and I realize there are indents where my hands had been so heavily embedded into the wheel of my life. 

The wheel passes from my quivering hands to His strong, steady and able ones and those indents of my own hands soon take the shape of a cross.

Psalm 46:10 echos from somewhere buried in my soul, 

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;

I will be exalted among the nations,

I will be exalted in the earth.”

Psalm 46:10

Be still and let go in order to receive more of Him. 

I watch Him tuck the wheel under His arm as He extends the other to me, an invitation to rest, to trust. 

I panic slightly, knowing that I can’t hold tightly to the wheel of my life and reach for peace at the same time. 

I hesitate to respond to His call, and He only smiles, understanding my struggle, not disgusted by my brokenness. 

He waits. 

I move forward, legs shaking with every step, knowing that each step is a step of surrender and surrender scares me. 

I finally grab hold of His hand and the peace of His presence is all consuming. 

Why did I fear the letting go? 

I wonder this as He leads forward with such grace and beauty, and for the first time in months my soul finds true rest. 

He leans in, whispers tenderly,

Don’t ever be afraid of broken things, even when the broken thing is you.