Brokenness

I try to keep things pretty light and airy on this blog, but I have to write about something that has been on my heart and mind this week. Our church is having a revival summit and we've been trying to make a conscious effort to go every night despite all the excuses we could find not to. I hate to say it, but I've been a little reluctant. I know deep down that I have to give up control, but being the control freak that I am makes that pretty tough. I really like my life the way it is. I have a relationship with God, but lately, that's it. He's my friend, yes, but I haven't allowed Him to take the reins.

Last night the speaker talked about brokenness and for the first time it really made sense to me why I have to come to God with a broken heart before He can do real work in me. He gave the example of how, in the Bible, the broken loaf of bread could feed the multitudes, the broken rock of Moses gushed with water, and finally, it took the broken body of Jesus to release the grace of God. Brokenness is when the good comes out, so to speak.

The speaker also made a great point that we can't say to God, "Thy kingdom come," unless we say "My kingdom go." Basically, I can surrender and be broken, allowing God to work in my life, or I can wait until He allows me to hit rock bottom. I've been in both positions before and know that it is much better to throw myself on the rock rather than to wait on the rock to fall on me.

So this week, my goal is to come to God with a broken and obedient spirit and wait and see what He has in store for me.