Christ Heals My Brokenness

It may be hard to believe, but I did not see a cross when I took this photograph. I was drawn off the path and down the snowy bank by the striking black cracks in the smokey gray ice. Securing a foothold at the edge, I snapped a few photos of the cracks and then looked down at my cell phone. Right there in the midst of all the wounds, there was the cure.

I live in a sinful, broken world but I don’t have to live in affliction. I may sin, I may break, but I don’t need to live in sin and brokenness. I don’t need to veer off the good path God has for me to stand and stare at the cracks, to dwell there and breathe it.

God wants me to look at His goodness and strength in my life. He provided a cure, a savior. Jesus hung on the cross and died in my stead so I could be reconciled to God, so God would see His holiness instead of my sinfulness. It is finished. The tomb is empty. Possibilities and healing overflow! I embrace the cross, the work He did there for me.

I don’t always see God in the middle of my brokenness. It may take a me while, and sometimes a slippery journey, to end up face to face with the One who heals me. Looking always to Christ and His good work reveals to me health instead of sickness, wholeness instead of brokenness and light in the darkness.

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. Romans 8:37