Broken Hearts Can Worship, Too

For a long time now I've been working so hard to try to fix myself and to be healed and whole again in order to really connect with God and give him the praise he deserves. It's hard, it hurts, it's frustrating, and it doesn't work. Not even a little bit. It's almost as if I was pedaling so hard in this direction I thought I was supposed to be going that I didn't even realize I wasn't going anywhere. But during my quiet time today he spoke to me. And suddenly it all makes sense...

"Stop trying to be something you're not. Broken hearts can worship, too."

I can't even describe the relief this brought me. God's not interested in who I think I should be. He's not even interested in who I've been trying to be. He's interested in who I am and where I'm at right now. It's okay to sit. It's even more okay to rest. My broken, aching, exhausted little heart is the one I should be offering Him, not the one I rushed to put back together. Because I tried that...and here I am, back at ground zero. It is what it is, and I'm just gonna accept it, because he promises to meet me where I am.

I'm already overwhelmed with peace. I'm not doing this for anyone but Jesus, and he's not going anywhere. He'll hold my hand and walk with me until I'm ready to run again. All he wants is all I can give him. So I'm laying everything down and claiming his promise:

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28