"If your heart is broken, you'll find God right there; if you're kicked in the gut,
he'll help you catch your breath." Psalm 34:18 The Message
Broken: having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order.
(of a person) having given up all hope; despairing.
It seems no matter who we are and how much we love Jesus, there's still a broken area in
our lives that God is still working on. I said to my wife recently, "Do you know
anyone in the Body of Christ including us who's not broken in some area of their lives?
Do you know anyone who is normal?" She said, "Bill, normal is the setting on
the dryer downstairs."
I'm In Your Brokenness
I sense an urgent cry from God's heart. "Wait no longer. I'm in your brokenness.
When things didn't go the way you planned and I didn't answer the way you thought I
would. So broken, you felt like a bird with out wings. But I'm still here and you are
under My wings.. Would you do Me a favor? Spread your broken wings one more time. Give
me one more chance. See what I can do for I am breathing on your brokenness. Can you feel
My breath? I've waited for you to cry to Me. Only Me. Let Me be your dream now and I will
take you to My dream that I have for you. Try it. One more time. Spread your broken wings
and see where they will take you. I will be the wind that carries you above the storms,
pain and sorrow. It's your time to defy gravity. At first it may hurt again but it will
not harm you now. You will laugh again, dance again and love again. Spread your broken
wings and make history."
Did Our Brokenness Come To Define Us?
Nothing is wasted in the hands of our Redeemer. All things work together for our good to
those who love the Lord. Even our pain, disappointments and things that don't make sense.
Could it be that we've tasted brokenness in order to relate to a broken world and to have
our heart break for it?
Can you feel them? Broken hearts, broken dreams, broken hopes, and broken bones. Maybe we
should take a year and weep with those that weep. There must be an ocean of tears
somewhere bottled by God's hand ready to be redeemed. Lord, let this be the year. And let
us find you. Where our dream that's coming true is You. So we can get over ourselves and
heal a broken, dying world. Begin with me. Weep through me over Jerusalem .Weep though me
for the lost. I wonder when we stand before You if we will regret that we didn't weep
more on earth. Not for ourselves or for the things that didn't work out. But for those
who didn't make it there with us. For we will have all eternity to rejoice and be glad.
"Lord, is that tear in my eye mine or yours?"
A Year To Hear Tears Falling
"I'm opening the ears of My people to hear tears falling this year. You will hear
tears splashing, hitting the ground so hard that they will erode mountains and make
rivers out of deserts. If you run from them they will pursue you until you can hear
nothing else. As the prophet Elijah told the widow to go borrow many vessels, I hear the
Father saying, "Go borrow many bottles for there will be more tears than there are
bottles on the earth. Tears from orphans pounding against gross darkness screaming,
"Can anyone hear me?" You will hear widows plead in the night for their cruse
of oil not to fail. Children imprisoned in sex trafficking with no more tears left to
cry, staring into outer space. A tearless generation robbed of their emotions. Older
people in rest homes weeping for the younger generations, that they might learn from
their long life of taking the road less traveled by. "Is not wisdom found among the
aged? Does not long life bring understanding?" Job 12:12 You may need to visit them
to hear their heart cry."
Perhaps when we weep with those who weep our brokenness begins to heal and our broken
wings want to fly again to those whose weeping is greater than our own. Our broken wings
must fly not for our own sake but for God's sake. I saw a little bird recently flying
high in the sky with strong winds blowing against it. I said to the Lord, "How can
that small bird fly against those fierce winds?" The Lord said, "They were
born that way. They were created to fly in winds of adversity. And so are you."
Have the violent winds of life knocked you down? Have you forgotten that you were born
to fly in spite of them? They were blowing hard against you to go higher in God. Are you
wondering where your wings are? They are beginning to grow now. By faith begin to stretch
them. You can do it. Hear the tears of others falling. They need you now. Go ahead.
Stretch your broken wings and change history.
Blessings,
Bill Yount
