Broken

A 4-post collection

The Broken Record

The quality of being broken Looking back on the past few blogs I feel I have been looking at brokenness with wide brush strokes and I haven’t actually given a definition or looked at exactly what brokenness really is if we reduce it down to its core. I feel like i’ve set myself an impossible task here. Is it even possible to boil brokenness down to one definition? The Collins English Dictionary seems to think so, as quoted above. I wonder if we can build on that quality of being broken. I would agree that there is a vulnerable quality to being broken. But when I think on the word brokenness, so much more comes to mind. To...

Brokenness like a Battlefield

There are days where I feel like i’m stuck in a trench terrified of bullets firing over me but actually there is an opportunity every day to step out of that brokenness into fields of light and freedom. I think over the past 10 years I have seen my life as a series of seasons. I move from one season to another. I am not always conscious of when I am transitioning between seasons but looking back, I see that there have been some really significant ones. Particularly those where I feel that parts of my brokenness have been redeemed leaving me feeling more free and alive. Within those seasons are good and bad months, weeks or days, heck...

Broken but Loved

There is a love that goes beyond who I am to the point where I can forgive myself I was sat by a lake last summer. It was one of those incredible English summer days. The breeze was warm and sweet. As I looked into the water I could see my reflection. I looked intently at myself. I took in all my features - the clothes I was wearing, sunglasses on my head, my hair, chin, ears, mouth and nose. I finally settled on my eyes - looking straight into me. A pang of pain shot down my spine as I saw myself. A moment later I splashed the water, distorting my reflection. Why is it so hard to look...