Linking up with Lisa Jo Baker of The Gypsy Mama this beautiful Friday morning. Lisa beckons us writers to do what we say we love, but over-edit far too often- just write. For five minutes. No editing, no over-thinking. Just write till the timer beeps and see what comes out.
All my life, my head was filled with knowledge. Knowledge of God-facts, Scripture, theology, biblical history. I have grown up knowing all the ins and outs of Scripture. I recited, repeated, memorized, and took dubious notes.
I had children.
And then, one day, I crashed.
When I opened my eyes and saw the signs of the wreck all around me, I could see, clearly, that I was broken.
The head knowledge didn’t matter. It was still there, but the problem was it was nowhere near my heart. This had caused the brokenness. I was so broken it hurt.
Crying in the midst of my own rubble was painful.
I asked to see Him, some sign of Him, so I could know the head knowledge was more than the result of memorization and note-taking. Through the clouds He came, He showed me His perfect face and nail-scarred hands. I touched Him and He whispered His love for me in my ear.
It seems being broken is what fixed the problem I never saw.