My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—WHOLE. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
As a little girl, I began my school years feeling whole. Confident that I was a nice person, worthy of having friends. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with me?
It only took a couple years of being picked on to see that I was not really all that “whole” anymore.
A couple more years, and the lies broke apart my self-concept, leaving me fractured.
As I’ve written before, I spent decades trying to work through the fractures in who I thought I was, and align it with who God says I am.
I’m watching my boys walk through some of those same childhood struggles. Kids picking on them. Friends turning on them. It breaks my heart.
Always it’s the words that inflict the most damage.
I’m not advocating fighting, but boys sometimes throw a couple punches, and then they’re done with it.
But when the words come in? Those are what devastate a spirit.
When we believe what people say over what God says about us, that’s when our whole spirit becomes a fracture, a broken reflection of who God intends us to be.
That’s when we refract a crooked sort of injured light to the world around us. It’s filtered through the pain of words that broke our spirits.
I pray for my boys that they won’t walk through the years and years of pain that I have. I pray they will begin early to see who they are in Jesus’ eyes, rather than who they are spoken to be through their peers’ mouths.
It’s when we can begin to see that Jesus has made us whole—that He is the One who offers healing, that He is the one who puts the broken pieces back together—that we can be whole again.
It’s when we come under the sometimes painful revelations about the lies we’ve believed, the coping mechanisms we’ve developed— and when we allow Him to strip them away—that we can become the clearer reflection of who God created us to be.
What about you? How have you seen God making you whole in some of the broken areas in your life? How has God done some healing in your life, making you more whole?