Five Minute Friday: Broken

Five Minute Friday

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

5 mins of writing on a set topic.

I’ve decided that if I ever wanted to do more writing….and to really get serious about it then I need to be able to just write. Simply write. So I’m going to join some friends linking up at Lisa-Jo’s blog and we shall see what fun ensues…..

So here goes….


His body is broken.  It is poorly.  My darling dear husband’s body is not doing what it should be doing.  His thirty-five year old body, with its long and lanky legs, twinkle in his eyes and smile that can light up a room is now having to do that finger prick thing.

Darn it.

We were playing by the rules too.  Limited processed foods.  Soda only on special occasions.  Exercising daily.

By golly.

But my slim jim was just getting too slim.  And now his whole diet is a list of yes and no foods.


I’m mad and I’m sad.

But you know what?  I’ve been reminded of something so great and so important.

Just as sickness in the body and brokenness in the body is no respecter of persons…so is our heavenly Father.

We don’t have to be anything to be accepted by Him.

We don’t have to change who we are, or what we look like, it isn’t up to who we know or what we do……there are no pre-requisites to becoming a child of the Father to the Fatherless.

We have this gift at the ready.  This gift of hope.  This gift of a future that is more promising than what the world can ever offer us.

Jesus was broken, so that we all could be accepted.  We all.



(this photo was taken in Christchurch, NZ in March of 2011.  About three weeks after a devastating earthquake there.  I love the tenacity this shows).