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To All The Broken People

Have you been disappointed in yourself?

Have you failed to do what you thought you ought?

Have you said the wrong thing yet again?

Have you been unable to achieve all your goals?

Have you ruined your chances at that life you wanted?

Have you disqualified yourself at being a good person?


Be at peace. 

God has use for you.

Where before you were too satisfied with yourself to find satisfaction in him.

Where before you were too hopeful in your own abilities to hope in his.

Where before you were enough unto yourself and thus needed nothing more. 

Now you are empty and have space.

Now you are hopeless and searching.

Now you have been weighed and found wanting

Wanting him.


O broken people, 

There is someone who wants you.

Who has a use for you, 

A position, even a place of honor.

He desires to give you a new name. 

Son

Daughter

Friend

You will no longer drown in failures,

But rejoice that those tears have sent you 

To Him.


"'Keep your eyes on Jesus,' and you'll find that the place you thought was death is the very place where resurrection power of God is at work to bring you life." (Eugene Peterson The Message Study Bible. Pg. 1905, Hebrews 12)

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