BROKEN to be made WHOLE...

She is not your ideal definition of perfect. Far from it, she  simple, urbane and ambitious. She dreams and works like a stallion to reach her dreams. She is inhales the beauty of the cold sandy beach evening breeze. Enjoying the west coast reflection of an orange glimmer and shimmering of the sunset over the water surface. She splish-splashes her toes on the lovely sandy seashore stretch on a morning walk. Admiring the beautiful grandeur of God’s creation; Playing with the sand and drawing things with her toes. She writes down her fears, she writes her secrets too. She writes her prayers too. And when the ocean tides rock, she hopes it sweeps off the artwork left and carry away every brokenness.

She swerves in the massive ocean tides, gets lost in the moment of water experience; Such a carefree time, being held by the waters as she swims and not caring for a thing in the world. On a slow evening she sits in her coach. She loves to write and her journal becomes her best friend. She writes many things. On a lazy evening though, she reads through her old journals. She smiles at some memories. She is nostalgic about others too. She cries about a bunch of others. Her steaming mug of coffee closely hugging the palms of her hands. She chews a macadamia nut. She guzzles the content of her mug. She takes it easy and closes her eyes at times for minutes just to let the mind go blank. Not just this, but she seeks the Lord like it’s the only thing. She likes to think of herself as a pyjama wearing prayer warrior.

She knows her life path. She has accepted  that her loss,pain,regrets,shame,brawls,heartache,grief,desolation,shattered dreams, sleepless nights, tears, sorrows, abandonment  and burdens do not define her. That all this are prerequisite for something divinely amazing! She understands that she is not defined by her past but rather prepared by her past. She knows and understands so well that the future glory cannot even be compared to this momentary suffering. And so, she keeps hoping, trusting, loving, caring and enjoying the moment very sure that the future is much better and brighter.

She understands that you have to be broken to be made whole. That breaking is a painful process but when the potter is done with the breaking and fine-tuning the mound, the outcome is divine. She understands that knowing Gods will for her life pretty much changes everything. That it is even more straining to know the will of God and try to run away from it than to walk in unawares state. She knows that you can’t run away from destiny even when you would want to sometimes.

So, she sits, she ponders, wonders, laughs at herself, talks with God, fellowships with others and finds comfort that after the breaking, she will be made whole.

She has learned too that things don’t always turn out as you plan them out. That many are the plans in a man’s heart but its God who establishes them. That some things go utterly wrong but can never get fixed too to be the way they were before. That some things get broken, stay broken and are never made whole no matter how hard we try. However, she has learned of one who breaks you down completely and makes you whole despite the clattering of thousands of pieces.

She has known Him for a long time and all she says about Him is that He is The Great, I am, That I am.

Jehovah Shammah…He who is already there

El Shaddai…the All Sufficient One!

Blessed 2017 friends!!