a simple brokenness.

One of the grimiest lies I've faced in writing (and living) is "why would the world need anymore words? Another human spouting opinions, beliefs, and stories from behind a computer screen. Your words are already spoken and no one wants to hear them again." My lies are not typically kind-speaking. Fortunately, in his ever-consistent glorious-working Jesus answered that lie with truth.

everyone has words to write.
everyone has a story to tell.

Every single human has a story to tell. Some may be more eloquent than others, some put to melody, others with brushstrokes, film, lights, or the leathery hands of an integral life lived with honor. Everyone has an important story to tell. Everyone has a kingdom perspective to share. 

And that's what brought me to this space.

I believe within the pages of each story, touched by the redeeming King, purpose is found. Simplicity often has a way of mining out some of those purpose paths.

I know people that have watched Jesus paint masterpiece after masterpiece, studying the healing brushstrokes of the Healer. Their faith-full description of His technique flows with simplicity and authority. I know people that see a need and fill it. With no answers to the how, when, where, or what, they simply begin and let Jesus fill in the rest.

My theory is that these areas of hard-earned, long-taught simplicity are our gifts to each other. Your simplicity fills the gaps in mine. Your kingdom perspective stretches the limits of mine. Your story, though different, complements mine as it is a compliment to the Storyteller. Everyone has words to write for everyone has a story to tell.

So why simple brokenness? 

We live in a distraught and hurting world. Where being broken is accompanied with lists of unfinished self-help books, facades, and isolation. Wounds inflicted with shame tipped arrows and swords, forcing its poison to seep into every aspect of our lives. Lies trick us into small living with quiet voices (or large living with loud voices and empty hearts). The enemy lives to convince us that we are shattered lives, charred rubble, with no hope of rebuilding or redeeming. 
I am so. over. that.

I have crawled through the worth-shattering sludge of shame. I have built cities on lies. I lived through brokenness hidden and brokenness forcefully exposed. I have lost years playing by victim rules. I have been the one in the ditch while others crossed the street to avoid my beaten, left-for-dead heart, and I have avoided the same in my own religious judgment. 

The lie was always the same.. My heart was too messy, too complicated, too broken.
The truth is always.. Happy are those who mourn, for they will know The Comforter.

In our most broken, He is most present. 

Brokenness is not to be feared my friends. Brokenness is an invitation to a private audience with the King. Your enemy in his small-minded, glory-stealing endeavors to steal, kill, and destroy you.. gives you endless reasons to bring your broken heart to hands that still chaos.. words that silence lies and send love coursing through the same veins shame once destroyed.

I believe brokenness is a factor of humanity, something we all have because we all live in this sin-infiltrated world. I recognize the deep tragedies that this world can inflict. A simple brokenness is not a less painful one. But I believe Jesus meant what he said when he said, "happy." That in the midst of all that has been and sailing into all that will be His comfort is truer to my heart than any internal darkness or external wound. That I have the promise of Comfort-Presence and in that presence, Joy is untouched and abundant. 

This is living simply broken. It is my goal and daily endeavor to bring my heart completely to the Comfort King and to share the story along the way. It is my story and perspective built purpose.