Morning is coming.

when brokenness overwhelms.

What do you do with deep disappointment?
Where do you put the overwhelming realisation of brokenness?

I feel like it is crushing me.

Everything I thought was okay is falling on top of me all at once.
Broken memories. Broken Hopes. A Broken heart.

Who can hold the depths of my disappointment?
Who can hold the crushing pain of a broken life?
Who can carry this weight, this heaviness?

What is strong enough to contain the flood of aching, breaking grief?
Who is mighty enough to hold my fragile frame as my insides break within me?
Where are the hands of the One who can?

...

Yet in this brokenness, in the middle of shattered dreams, I do not stand alone.

It is not a man who stands beside me but a lamb.
A blood-stained bleeding Lamb.
The blood-drenched Son of God.

The man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Familiar with brokenness.

We stand.

The shattered shards of me on the floor all around. 
Broken and beyond repair, yet somehow, when He is with me, beautiful.

Like mirrors, each b…