Beauty In My Brokenness

A recurring theme in my life lately has been brokenness. At first glance, that seems like a bad thing. But lately God has been showing me how my brokenness can be a good thing, not only good but beneficial, beautiful even. I feel that sometimes in my busy life, I get this prideful spirit I mistake for independence. The feeling that I am invincible, that no one can hurt me. The walls I place up, so I'm nothing short of untouchable. But, sooner or later it all catches up. Leaving me with these cracks. Leaving me feeling unlovable, as if no one will want my broken self. Leaving me feeling incapable of loving others, of living day to day life even. Robbing me of all joy that I once had. Funny how God works. How every song you hear, every devotional entry,  every sermon or encouraging word points to one thing, until you finally...get it. Through my tears, my anguish, my stubborn belief of the lies the Enemy placed in front of me I..got it. God wants my brokenness. He sees it as beautiful. Why? Because I  finally have no other choice but to cling to the One who hasn't ever stopped clinging to me. Being broken down, I am able to be built up into who He wants me to be.When there is less of me, there is more of Him. God takes delight in broken spirits and hearts. I always love those of us with stories, we who are able to say " This is how far I have been brought.".  We  who have been forgiven much, love much. So maybe, out of my brokenness I will become more compassionate. Maybe my humility will increase, and my pride issues will decrease. Maybe as a result of this, my testimony will become a little stronger.  Eventually, I will become a whole person again. But until then I guess, I'm choosing  to see the beauty in my brokenness.