Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Not broke, but broken...

I had to face some old hurts this week, to answer questions about a painful period in my life, and the loss of relationship with a most beloved daughter. I can neither write or speak of it without tears. They are a sign of ashes that remain.

Mom is broken.

As much as it hurts to admit, I am not yet whole. I know that Jesus makes me whole. I know He covers my sin with His sacrifice, and I choose to fully receive that. Yet, my physical brain just does not work like it did.

Since a transplant is not an option, I'm taking the Word of God as my brain medicine. This is what I choose to believe:
He restores my soul, which is my mind, my will, and my emotions.
I have the mind of Christ.
By His wounds I was healed; it has already happened and I believe it.
He restores what the cankerworm has destroyed.
He contends with those who contend with me, and He alone saves my children.

3 comments:

Valerie said...

This is my first visit and I don't know your story but this really blessed my heart. I will pray for you.

Susan said...

Been there, done this. We MUST trust Him. Not only believe Him but TRUST Him. There is a difference. Praying for you, Tammy.
Susan

Clarissa said...

Oh, friend. I pray that He will restore the years that the locust has eaten. May He bring beauty for those ashes.

Love you.