Archive for February, 2013

Yesterday my granddaughter and I had a conversation about our state of being.

“Grandma,” she said, “we are all broken.”

Wellie is wise for her fourteen years and correct in her thinking; we are all broken people living in a broken world.

Nevertheless, the broken are the ones that Jesus seeks after – the blind beggar, the woman at the well with a string of husbands, the tax collector, the leper, the prostitute, the cripple, the mentally ill, and the sick. Their brokenness is precisely why He seeks after them; He loves them and they are all in need of a Savior.

Humanity seeks for the perfect, the lovely, and the beautiful – that which is pleasing to the eye and uplifting to the soul, but this is upside-down from what God seeks. He looks for the ugly and when He finds it, He turns it into the lovely from the inside out.

What’s more, He uses ordinary things to transform the ugly into the lovely – words, hands, spit, mud, water, and more.

Sometimes I look at my ordinary surroundings and think how ugly: socks left by the door, sand and grit on the hardwood floor, wasted flowers in a vase, dirty dishes in the sink, stacks of clothes that need mending and ironing, a glass teddy bear broken and in need of glue for over two years now. My world is messy, but if those things were not in my world, neither would the ones I most cherish.

Likewise, I am honored to minister to the broken – the lost, the stigmatized, the depressed, the confused, and the abused. I get to watch their transformation by a God who loves them and seeks them out. Moreover, I too am one of them, broken and in need of a Savior.

We are all broken.


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In the coming months, I will share reflections from my new book, “Sixty Days of Grace.” Here is the first post:

Beautiful Grace

From the door of the preschool room, I watch the child playing – wispy blonde locks surround her light Scandinavian complextion and azure eyes. She is a bit more shy than most her age. Without interaction with the others, she quietly amuses herself with a doll, dressing it in formal gown and high heels. Although at first not spotting her teacher, she appears relieved to see her helping other children behind the indoor playhouse. All is safe again.

Then, out from the hall her daddy appears, enters the room and says, “Hi beautiful.”

Her eyes light up and she smiles wide. He opens his arms, scoops her up, embraces her, and twirls around once. The daddy catches the teacher’s eye, waves, and says. “Thank you, see you next week.”

What a lovely image of a daddy’s love – beautiful grace, demonstrated to his princess. When she is older and other men lie to her, she will remember her father’s secure arms, his unconditional love, and his voice saying, “Hi beautiful.” She will aptly discern their authenticity and their motives because she has heard the true voice.

Every daughter, young or old, longs to have her father call her beautiful. Every wife needs to hear it from her husband – beautiful. From the lips of any other person, it holds far less value. Why then, do some not say that word to their princess? Did their fathers not teach them? Perhaps four or five generations back, a father set a different example and it trickled down to the present.

Oh, the beautiful grace of a loving father who expresses his love in a word, beautiful. Many are fortunate to have such a father. However, some of us, though we have good fathers, they do not know how to verbalize their love. Others have fallen fathers who are angry, abusive, selfish, or ignorant and they sin against their daughters.

Nevertheless, all have access to our Heavenly Father who scoops us up in His arms and says, “You are beautifully and wonderfully made, and you are mine.”  This Father – our Father – our Husband, expresses love to us in His Word…

Behold, “you are beautiful, my love;
behold, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves…

(Song of Solomon 1:15)

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