On our brokenness.
Often when I write about something that is less optimistic I get responses about my mental state: "Are you okay? It sounds like you are in a darker place." On the contrary, I'm in a good space because in spite of my brokenness, grief, fallenness, etc I still have the joy and peace that only comes from God. There is something called toxic positivity. Being positive too often that we ignore the darker side of life. That's not healthy. Nor is it healthy to dwell in the darkness.
Finding the balance of optimism in this life is the way to health and wholeness.
Sometimes I get a bit poetic...here are my musings on brokenness:
I am broken and yet I hold onto the brokenness. I play with it like a toy It is uniquely mine. I show it to others like a badge of distinction. I don't welcome empathy but I seek it. I assign blame to my brokenness and I relish when others agree with my naming of this blame. It gives me great satisfaction So much satisfaction that: I hold my brokenness tighter I share it more boldly I share it loudly I share it often. Often enough that it becomes gossip And the satisfaction that I feel from being self-righteous prevents my healing. I pray for healing. I let it go. I pick it back up. (repeat) Until one day the satisfaction and false sense of control …wanes So I put it down I walk away I grieve I feel healed. Until another day when I am broken once more And now I carry that brokenness with me and I pick up my old brokenness Holding both Mourning that I'm in this place again. Until I learn to let go and pick up wholeness and hold onto truth, love, kindness, the essence of God - I'll keep trying to pick it back up.
P.S. - Psalm 147:3 (NIV)
He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
P.P.S - The photo is of Pablo Picasso's "Girl before a mirror" 1932