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.


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.

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.