I have a few devotions that I subscribe to and get emailed
every so often. I never seem to get to
reading half of them but this one caught my eye and my heart. I think this was mainly because I’ve seeing
so much brokenness around me lately and have been somewhat forced to face the
brokenness in my own life and how hard it can be to rise above it. I thought I would share it with you and share
my own reflections.
Psalm
34:17-22
17 The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them;
he delivers them from all their troubles.
18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
he delivers them from all their troubles.
18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
19 The righteous person may have many troubles,
but the Lord delivers him from them all;
20 he protects all his bones,
not one of them will be broken.
but the Lord delivers him from them all;
20 he protects all his bones,
not one of them will be broken.
21 Evil will slay the wicked;
the foes of the righteous will be condemned.
22 The Lord will rescue his servants;
no one who takes refuge in him will be condemned.
the foes of the righteous will be condemned.
22 The Lord will rescue his servants;
no one who takes refuge in him will be condemned.
As someone who has
logged a lot of time in the coastal waters of Florida, I’ve always enjoyed
seeing bottlenose dolphins up close in the wild. That’s one reason I was
particularly drawn to the movie Dolphin Tale.
Based on a true story,
the film is about a fatherless and disheartened boy named Sawyer who finds
great joy and meaning in the rehabilitation of an injured bottlenose dolphin
named Winter. Sawyer looks up to his older cousin Kyle—a championship swimmer.
But Kyle withdraws from his young cousin after he returns from the military
with a damaged right leg.
In a moment of
frustration and self-pity, Kyle yells out to one of his doctors that he can’t
swim anymore because he’s “broken.” His doctor, who refuses to let Kyle wallow
in the waters of self-pity, responds by picking up a drinking glass and
dropping it on the ground, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. The doctor
then turns to Kyle and says, “Now that’s broken.”
Life in a fallen world
will injure us—sometimes very deeply (Psalm 34:17-18). When something painful
happens, Jesus doesn’t want us to deny or minimize our hurt.
John
11:33-35
33 When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along
with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. 34 “Where
have you laid him?” he asked.
“Come and see, Lord,” they replied.
35 Jesus wept.
Nor does He want us to sink in the waters of
despair. He knows we’re hurt, but not “broken.” Not in the complete sense of
the word.
The wounds of life
don’t have to break our spirit (Psalm 34:20). We can resist the lie that we
won’t ever experience meaning or joy again. In time, God can put the wounds of
life to work for His kingdom purposes (Psalm 34:22). Allow Him to use your pain
to sensitize your heart to what is most important in life. Let Him make you
more sensitive to the needs of those who’ve experienced similar heartaches.
— Jeff Olson
I love this line… ‘We can
resist the lie that we won’t ever experience meaning or joy again.’ What a lie that is…and oh how easy it is to
believe it. I remember going through
this very emotion right after we lost Cole.
It lifted for a while after we learned that Cameron’s life was not
threatened and that he would likely not have many major issues from the effects
of the TTTS and fetal anemia. Those
feelings were something that threatened me off and on for the next 11 weeks,
until delivery day. And then they hit me
in the face…no, slammed me into a wall and stomped on top of my body. I felt so broken, so confused. I would find joy in the things Cameron had
overcome but I would just want everything to be different so much. The months after the boys were born were
filled with this type of interruption of thought. Often when I would feel joy then I would then
feel guilty that I wasn’t grieving for the son I had lost.
I have since moved into the next part of this section of
this devotion. In time, God has put the
wounds of my life to work for His kingdom purposes. I have allowed Him to use my pain to
sensitize my heart to what is most important in life. I have learned to explore the emotions that
come out with trials and grief and been open about them to others. Through this journey I have learned so much
about grief and loss, trials and crisis.
I have really learned that life is much too precious to get caught up on
what we can’t do, what we can’t fix, what we don’t want. When all you do is focus on that then you
miss what is happening around you. The
other thing that God has done in me as he sensitized my heart is to the little
things that ARE important…to notice the wonderful gifts that he has given us,
no matter how small. I celebrate every little thing Cameron does at times
because I realize that there is so much joy in it, so much hope in that little
boy. I treasure stupid moments like
waiting in line ups with my kids, driving in the car somewhere with them,
reading them a simple story or even doing chores with them (ok, I am stretching
it here… I HATE doing chores with my kids, guess I’d better pray on this one
LOL) because I learned the hard way how hard it is to spend time away from
them, to miss out on things like their very first sleepover. And I also learned the hard way how difficult
it is to spend a lifetime without them as I will with Cole. It’s not worth focusing on what you can’t do,
what you wish was different, what is broken.
And through the wounds in my life He has made me more
sensitive to the needs of those who’ve experienced similar heartaches. I guess it is obvious to most that I spend a
lot of time online supporting other TTTS families. I am the founder of two pretty amazing groups
that offers support and have been very involved in a number of others. Initially the area I felt I could give the
most support in, the area I was most sensitive to, was the area of grief… especially
in the loss of one twin group. But as
time goes on God has put it on my heart to open up those personal wounds, to
relive the whole TTTS experience, complete with loss, with families who have or
almost assuredly will have, two survivors.
And even more recently, He seems to have pushed me to be a part of twin
groups…groups of healthy twins, groups with moms who are pregnant and have no
issues at all and carry to term….all the things I wanted to experience. I resisted this for so long but now am
finding it so healing to be there, to find a way to reach out in awareness, in
prevention type modes while exposing my wounds and my fears.
But this isn’t the only area God has been making me more
sensitive too, not the only place God is using me to help others. My marriage has struggled for years and grief
rocked it to the core too. It’s taken a
long time and it’s by no means not struggling still but we have come to a place
where we know that it is so much more worth fighting for it then fighting each
other. That we want to work together,
heal together, grow together. About two
years ago it seemed very broken, very much not worth fighting for anymore. Now I am able to share that brokenness with
others and show how God has used so many things in my life, including losing my
son, to become a stronger person but moreover a person of faith.
The author of the devotion asked
us to take a look at Psalm 55:22 to see what
we should do when the hard things of the world threaten to overwhelm us…
Psalm
55:22
New International Version (NIV)
22 Cast your cares on the Lord
and he will sustain you;
he will never let
the righteous be shaken.
and he will sustain you;
he will never let
the righteous be shaken.
How have the wounds of
life tried to break your spirit? How might God be using what happened to make
you a more considerate and compassionate person?
I am not broken, I am not lost. I have been put back together by the Love of
a Father that I know I am so lucky to have, that I believe at times I am not
worthy to have. I have been found by Him
and loved for all my wounds, all my brokenness.
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