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Brokenness to Blessedness

7/20/2015

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Your muscles are in a constant state of breaking down and rebuilding. You will find this fact in multiple health magazines (especially one’s dealing with gaining muscle mass). To build muscle faster, you must accelerate the process by intense specific workouts followed by a proper recovery regimen. This will not only build your muscle, but make it stronger in the process.

Granted, I just gave you the Cliff notes version of how to build muscle mass; as there’s way more to the process than what I’ve explained; but I just want to draw you a picture. Our bodies break down muscle tissue and rebuild it. Our bodies constantly break down food — discarding what’s not needed – and replenishes what’s lost. Hence, we are always moving and eating (and oh how I love to eat) through the breaking of something in us.

So, if we are always in a constant state of breaking and rebuilding, why, then, do we toss others aside who have been heartbroken? Aren’t they in need of the same recovery we’ve been given? Unfortunately, we don’t put the same emphasis on our souls that we do on our bodies. If our leg or arm is broken, we know that with a cast and regular checkups; it will heal in time. Yet, if someone hurts us, we can’t seem to find a remedy for it…we just have to ‘Get over it’. We inadvertently discount the brokenness and keep moving; not taking the proper recovery time to rebuild and make our hearts stronger. Ergo, for many of us, our hearts keep breaking and breaking because we haven’t submitted ourselves to any recovery regimen.   

The only regimen to heal, recover, and grow stronger from a past hurt is to cry and let time run its course. Tears are like the salve to a wounded spirit. Time is like the construction company coming to renovate. Walls need to come down. Pipes need repair and the wiring needs to be re-routed. Once the reconstruction is done, that which was broken is more beautiful in the end.

I have neither rhyme nor reason; for these thoughts (maybe because my legs hurt). But I remember my heart; and the pain I once felt. The God I love and serve took the time to see my pain, hear my cry, rebuild my brokenness and bless me. And I pray the same repair for you.

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today. – Charlotte Eriksson

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KP
7/27/2015 09:37:37 am

Very nice!

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