broken.

At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered!

So many times (mostly because of society) I get this feeling of shame in brokeness. Like, if I'm broken or weak it means I've done something or gone wrong somehow. I feel like as a Christian and as a teenager growing up how I have, I cannot feel weak because it'll let people down or it'll change something. Like I've lost it....So today in church, God completely opened my eyes and heart to a different kind of perspective on brokeness.

I am so freshly aware of my weakness right now.
How little I can do.
How much I struggle with being a servant. Joyfully.
How I so often don't speak in a biblical way.
How ungrateful my heart is for the ABUNDANT life I live.

This is brokeness.
This is also a sweet state to be in before the Lord,

sweetly broken.

[I am not, but I know I AM.]