I feel so broken that I don’t think you can find my pieces to put me back together again. Did I make this choice today, Lord, allowing you to shatter my self-will?
I am breaking my alabaster box at your feet today. At this point in my life I am not concerned about what anybody is thinking. My tears are washing your feet. At first I didn’t want to be broken because I know that it will humble me. I used to see humbleness in a negative way; I thought that if you were humble people will look down at you. But I’ve come to find out that it is the other way around. Being humble is being broken.
“I am forgotten by them as though I were dead;
I have become like broken pottery.” (Ps.31:12)
To be honest with you, I don’t think that I would have chosen brokenness, but you chose it for me anyway to humble me. Can you help me feel humble, instead of feeling like a shattered bottle?
“LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary?
Who may live on your holy hill? He whose walk is blameless
and who does what is righteous, who speaks the truth from his heart
and has no slander on his tongue, who does his neighbor no wrong
and casts no slur on his fellowman.”
( Ps. 15:1-3
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