Whole is defined as not broken, damaged or impaired; intact.
This definition surely does not describe me. I am not whole…yet.
I’m broken, damaged, impaired and out-of-tact (or whatever the proper opposite for intact is). Every personal dig, attack on my character, question of my authority, undermining moment, underwhelming expectedness, lack of respect, rudeness, underestimation has led, in part, to my unwholesomeness.
The other part comes from me and what I choose to believe and accept, rather than reject. Sure, the words sting–there may even be a shred of truth here and there. But I certainly don’t have to keep all the excess negativity. I can hear what’s being said, evaluate it for truth and reject what’s not necessary. Get rid of the things that are aiming to chip away at me.
God’s intention was for us to be whole–in Him. We need God. He created us. On our own, we would never have had a beginning. If that’s not a hint of where wholeness starts…
So to reverse the effect, to work on being more whole, I need God to fill me. Every void, every chip, every hairline fracture can be repaired and gracefully covered. His unconditional love and concrete promises are the super glue that repairs me. Repairs you.
Restores us to whole.
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There are so many paths these words could’ve taken tonight. I didn’t know what was going to happen when I started. To stay true to the polite guidelines of this exercise–no editing for me. Your turn to give it a try. It’s fun.
