God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever. ~Vance Havner
I came across another injured butterfly yesterday. A butterfly that has lost its ability to fly makes me sad and yet I can’t help but rejoice at what our Creator can do when we lose the ability to lift our wings into the air. It reminds me of the old song Wind Beneath My Wings.
Our brokenness doesn’t for one minute discourage Him. He breathes grace over us. It settles upon us and gives us strength we never knew we had. We take flight again. We soar higher than we ever thought we could.