I can’t help it when I feel sad about my two brothers and sister that died, but I always remember what 1 Corinthians 15:54-55 says “when the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: ‘Death has been swallowed up in victory.’ “Where, O death is your victory? Where, O death is your sting?”
This morning as I opened my bible the first scripture that popped up was from Hosea 6:1-3. It reads:
“Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us to pieces but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds. After two days he will revive us; on the third day he will restore us, that we may live in his presence. Let us acknowledge the Lord; Let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.”
I have come to worship you today in my brokenness. I have seen my brokenness. I’m learning to embrace my brokenness because I can see how it impacts the lives that I meet everyday. How do you put my pieces together again? My spirit is so empty, and I’m shouting in the midst of my trouble.
I want to be whole again, Lord, I long to be whole again. Everything around me is in chaos. I’m like a broken puzzle with some missing pieces. Yes lord, I have surrendered my will to your. My walls are down for everyone to view. My natural strength is completely broken. How do I bring you back into my consciousness again? I want to rise above this self-pity. I’m standing in need of you today.
“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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