Broken Houses

We were on our way to my parents’ place when Sabrina, at 2 years old and barely putting sentences together exclaimed, “We’re close to Grandma’s house!”

Surprised by her recognition of where we were, I said, “Wow Sabrina, you know where we are!”

The development was new and many homes were still open frames so she replied with, “Yeah, I see broken houses.”

I never wrote it down, but I never forgot.  Broken houses meant we were close to Grandma’s house.

While actively in the process of refreshing the siding and paint on our house, we’re praying for a broken “house” right now.  That’s hard to type out, and took a while to dare to pray.  It’s been quiet on my blog as I have waited for the courage to post such a thing.  It’s scary, but only when we forget what happens when hearts break.  We don’t know what we’re asking for, but at the same time we do–to feel the nearness of God and to be transformed by the renewing of our minds.

When brokenness, stemming from God’s kindness brings you closer, more surrendered to a different kind of wind in your rafters, you know you’re close to that new place of comfort, and you want more.

If you’ve experienced brokenness and found yourself closer to God’s heart, would you pray for us as we pray to be broken where we’re formed improperly, we understand wrongly, and love misguidedly?

Soup

Maybe you’re in a season of blowing, cold wind.  Can I pray for you?  Will you ask for His nearness and comfort?  Ask Him to show you that, stripped of false comforts, you are a vessel for the God of all creation to come near to?

If you would like me to pray for you, leave a comment below or email a message.  It’s no small thing to pray upside down–for brokenness that leads to wholeness.  But if getting down to the planks is where God is near, would you take the risk?  Is it really upside down when something like soup tastes better on a cold winter’s eve, and a blanket comforts when we feel the chill?  The mundane things of life like half-built houses and the misunderstanding of two-year-olds can have profound messages.  Don’t you think?

Heaven is my throne, and the earth is My footstool.
Where then is a house you could build for Me?
And where is a place that I may rest?
For My hands made all these things,
Thus all these things came into being,” declares The Lord.
But to this one I will look,
To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word.

Isaiah 66:2

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
A broken and contrite heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise.
Psalm 51:17

3 thoughts on “Broken Houses

  1. Such a memorable insight. I will look at housing construction in a new way now!

    I will pray for you Keri and your family, and I hope you will pray for our family too. I always think we have the opportunity to effect generations to come in guiding our children and now grandchildren in teaching them concepts such as you are sharing. It is an upside down world we live in that is for sure.

    In reading & studying the bible, our faith food, it is the only way for me to grow. Who would ever think we need to die before we can live? The meek will inherit the kingdom? If you are persecuted for Christ you will recieve a reward in heaven?

    So many upside down, broken happenings that God can come in and touch. I learned in AZ when we moved there away from our family and friends, when you are out of your comfort zone, that was where I realized, only God can be my comfort, my refuge. Thanks for your transparency….you have a way to draw it out in others. Followers of Christ can be encouraged this way. Thank you!

    • Marlene, I apologize I let your comment sit here for so long without a response. I really appreciate your encouragement and letting me know that you have been encouraged. That’s the best reward!

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