My Tiny Little Ball of Chaos
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The Spaces Between the Broken Pieces
A story of surrender, light, and the kind of glory that shows up in the cracks
There are so many times when I come before God and feel like all I have to bring Him are broken pieces.
Like, here… I’m showing up. But it’s all in pieces.
Sometimes it’s the broken pieces of my life.
Other times it’s little fragments of faith—when my spirit and my mind are wrestling over what’s true.
And sometimes, it’s even just pieces of a song that’s stirring inside me.
Not the full melody. Not polished lyrics.
Just this raw ache to worship and only a few words to sing…
So I sing the parts I have and kind of groan my way through the rest.
But those moments? They’re often the most honest times I’ve ever had before the Lord.
Because they’re honest.
Not shiny. Not wrapped in a bow.
Just… “Here, God. I don’t even know what this is supposed to be, but it’s all for You.”
A Vase with Cracks and Sunlight
A couple years ago, I was visiting Sedona—this artsy little town in Arizona full of wild color and even wilder shops.
One of my favorite galleries there is this quirky outdoor place with pottery and sculptures everywhere. Like a maze of weird, whimsical beauty.
I was walking through one of the courtyards close to sunset. You know the kind—when the sky goes full-on fire orange and the mountains start glowing.
That’s when I saw it.
This big ceramic vase, sitting alone.
Cracked all the way around.
But here’s what stopped me:
The sun was shining straight through the cracks.
And it lit the whole thing up.
The vase was beautiful on its own… but when the light hit it just right?
It was magnificent.
The cracks didn’t ruin it.
They made it radiate.
I sat there and just stared at it.
It felt like I was staring at a picture of my own life.
And maybe yours, too.
Because isn’t that how life feels sometimes?
- Shattered by time.
- Fractured by pressure.
- Split open by loss.
And we try to piece it all back together like maybe we can glue it up well enough to still be “useful.”
But what if the cracks weren’t the problem?
What if the cracks are where the light gets in?
What if the glory of God isn’t trying to seal up the cracks—what if He’s trying to shine through them?
We Don’t Have to Fix Ourselves First
Sometimes I think we feel like we have to come to God all put together.
Like, let me clean up this mess first. Let me figure it out. Let me stop crying. Let me heal.
Then I’ll come.
But He never asked us to fix ourselves.
He just asked us to bring it.
Bring the mess. Bring the emptiness. Bring the confusion, the pain, the unfinished song.
Bring the story that doesn’t have an ending yet.
And He’ll meet us there.
In the middle of it.
Not after we’ve moved on from it.
Wounded for Our Wounds
The Bible says that Jesus was wounded for our transgressions (Isaiah 53:5).
He didn’t just die.
He was crushed. Torn. Ripped open.
The most brutal wound in history…
and it became the greatest act of love the world has ever known.
So don’t think for one second that God can’t use your brokenness.
He’s not afraid of your scars.
He’s not disappointed in your cracks.
He sees space—room to pour in His light and glory.