Maybe not everyone will agree with me on this, but in some way, shape, or form, I believe we are all broken. I have never met one person who, for the entirety of their life, has never met opposition, abuse, depression, pain, long suffering, tragedy, emotional distress, and/or grief. Maybe there are some who cannot think of one time in their life when they wondered about the meaning of life, where they fit in, what they’re doing wrong, or why they are even alive. But as for me, I cannot imagine that this one person exists. Even my Lord, Jesus the Christ, was broken. I have often pictured his broken body as they nailed him to the cross. When I feel down, or in the deepest bowel of my struggle, I see the mental image of Him. I know that there is nothing that I am enduring that can begin to compare to the pain and suffering He endured. And yet, He overcame death. He is the Lilly that blooms every day. From the withered tree, a tree mal-nourished, dry, leafless, a flower blooms. Even from our own pitiful situations, we can shine like the North Star. Even in the pit of despair, we can light the way of another’s path. We wallow in our own sorrow, feeling so sorry for ourselves, missing the pain and suffering of others. I am so glad that my God uses broken people. I am so glad that in the midst of great sorrow, I can still have joy. The joy that comes from knowing I am not forgotten, I am not alone, and I am nowhere near as bad off as I believe I am. I see broken every day, or at least almost every day. I hear of burn out and the professional life expectancy of a person who deals with other broken people. But praise God, I have a counselor who hears my cries, who lifts me up when I need to be lifted, who has put the right people in my life who don’t mind if I call them and vent, and who are always willing to love and care for me. Maybe most people who read this think I am crazy, and maybe you do not believe in what I believe in, I am okay with that because it is your choice. But I have to tell you that I cannot imagine being burnt out; I cannot imagine having a life span in any field that is any shorter than the life span that God has intended for me to even walk the face of this earth. I cannot imagine it because He is where my strength comes from. If I burn out, I have lost my faith. I am not so foolish as to believe that I am in charge of anything; I do not believe that I have control over anything other than the choices I make. When I chose to have faith in my Lord, when I chose to drop all of my woes at the foot of the cross and walk away, I come away refreshed, more so than any man can refresh me, more so than any medication can refresh me, more so than any drink or drug can falsely refresh me. We are all withered trees. We all have endured, some of us continue to endure, and wonder why. Where are you getting your nourishment? We should understand that even in our brokenness, we can bloom, we have something to offer, and God has a purpose for us. Instead of asking why me, ask for the Lord to show you the next step. Let the flower bloom and let everybody see it. Lift your head, open your eyes, take that step, reach out that hand, shoulders back, back straight, and carry on. These are the flowers. Let them bloom! Move forward in spite of the withered tree that you are. That is the flower. Let it bloom! The perseverance, the determination, the endurance, the plowing through, these are the flowers. Let them bloom! The experience that just taught you a lesson, the new knowledge you have, the new friends who found you in your time of despair, these are the flowers. Let them bloom! The testimony you now have to share with others, the compassion you have for other withered trees just like you, the journey that brought you through, these are the flowers. Let them bloom! Just when you think nothing good can come from where you are, a flower will bloom. That’s the Lilly, that’s the Lord. Let Him bloom in you! Just when you think you cannot take anymore, you carry on. That’s the Lilly, that’s the Lord, let Him bloom in you! I praise God this morning for all that He has carried me through. I praise God for the lessons, and the strength. I praise God because I know that today, I am going to rely on Him, and I will see a flower come from a withered tree. May the peace of God be with you all today!
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