Quotes on Brokenness

The immense joy in welcoming back the lost son hides in the immense sorrow that has gone before....our brokenness may appear beautiful, but our brokenness has no other beauty but the beauty that comes from the compassion that surrounds it.

When you feel WHOLE, things come to enhance your WHOLEness. When you feel broken, things come to enhance your brokenness. That's why you CANNOT FILL A VOID. That's why the premise from which you attract your relationship is so important.

We want to avoid suffering, death, sin, ashes. But we live in a world crushed and broken and torn, a world God Himself visited to redeem. We receive his poured-out life, and being allowed the high privilege of suffering with Him, may then pour ourselves out for others.

Our brokenness has no other beauty but the beauty that comes from the compassion that surrounds it.

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.

Brokenness involves removing inappropriate pride and self-reliance and building healthy God-reliance.

Along the way, he or she discovers that the world has been broken for as long as anyone can remember. Everyone, sooner or later, gets a thorough schooling in brokenness. _x000D_ The question becomes what to do with the pieces?

A holy relationship is where the brokenness and wounds of the world are not escaped so much as as transformed by love, not hidden from but risen above.

Wholeness does not mean perfection: it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life.

The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.

You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.

I want neither a terrorist spirituality that keeps me in a perpetual state of fright about being in right relationship with my heavenly Father nor a sappy spirituality that portrays God as such a benign teddy bear that there is no aberrant behavior or desire of mine that he will not condone. I want a relationship with the Abba of Jesus, who is infinitely compassionate with my brokenness and at the same time an awesome, incomprehensible, and unwieldy Mystery.

His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything -- for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes.

What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more.