Broken

"WHY?"

You and I must have asked “why” countless times.
Why do we brand people as rich or poor?
Why are Africans dark-skinned and Americans fair-skinned?
Why does the most powerful person in a country allow wars?
And lastly, why did this happen to me?

Just every time we get knocked down by life’s setbacks, a high chance goes to ‘asking WHY.’ Agree? Agree. For the most of us, adverse results surface for getting caught off guard. And so the process initiates: WE DENY. WE HATE. WE ACCEPT.

We deny the oddity of the predicament. One averts his eyes from the truth because its light is unbelievably very clear and bright that it hurts those eyes. And then we hate. We hate the people behind the hurts in as much as we hate the plight. It’s true: Bitterness is the most natural response in the world. Your memory is like a DVD played through an LED flat screen, just playing and replaying that same old scene, and with each new showing there’s a whole new wave of anger. And then we eventually are prompted to accept. We accept that ‘it’ happened. We accept that we were betrayed. We accept that we were abused. We accept that we were abandoned. We accept that we failed. We accept that we are incapacitated. We accept that we will never be appreciated. We merely accept. So despite the recognition, the heyday of anger sprouts. This is the critical fall. People so invariably wait on this stage because they have faith that the arid condition shall, in due course, stall hurting after accepting. And so then we get STUCK deleteriously, and believe me, continue asking WHY.

Just today, I conversed with a dear friend. I am not new to her situation for it was what life used to strangle me. With an estimated distance of 12 inches, I was freely contemplating her. With the way she looked down, sobbed rather loudly, and told her stories, I could tell that her heart and soul were in grave pain. She just hit the brick wall. Closely witnessing how broken she was, I felt my heart deteriorating inside of me. And then I started mouthing words to tell my story. In the middle of my story-telling, God sent me an inkling that people should have encroached beyond the stage wherein acceptance comes about. There should be another stage, a phase in which we allow ourselves to use our personal experience to unload. And the weight that I shed off will be that broken person’s foot stool so that I can lightly give out my hand and so that she can allow herself to be reached out and touched. To learn that using my past as a tool to fix this broken person’s present felt like God has just lighted the bulb above my head.

Why Me?

Just maybe, you are currently questioning God, that out of the people in this vast world, he chose you to carry the burden. Or maybe, you are justifying to Him that you so do not deserve that disappointment per se. God did not point His finger at you while blindfolded. He did not throw a die so that if it gives even numbers it would be you. The Lord did not cast a curse on you so that tragedies would perpetually follow you. God did not have to do all those things because albeit the thought seems partial, you are the SO right and appropriate warrior to ‘win’ the battle. You, yes you, are the only piece for that certain space of the whole puzzle. Stop asking why. Because why rarely finds its answer. For every why, the answer is because, and for every because there’s another why. Instead, ask ‘who?’ The answer: God and You.

Why this kind?

Have you been there? Have you ever been disappointed by God? You expected an idyllic wonderland because you have been a good person. Or maybe you have made a mistake but a kind that is never worthy of this sort of chastisement. You may have or have not done something that defies the protocol, but you are exactly where God wants you to be just yet. Exactly. And I need you to comprehend that maybe, just maybe, this is the reason why you are in your dark place too. You may ask, “Why did God let this happen to me?” Cross out that question. Instead, ask yourself, “How can I use this for His glory and my good?” It’s the only question that brings healing.

In conclusion, asking why leads nowhere near the point. Realize that everything that has occurred prior to the taking place of the tragic chapter was part of God’s training program. And that that chapter is just an introduction to a beautiful story written by the hands of God. Never neglect that the process doesn’t end in accepting, because genuine healing starts when we use what we have accepted.

Bear in mind, you are HIS lifetime student. He loves you. <3>Agree? Agree.

2 Corinthians 1:3-6 (New American Standard Bible)

3. Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort,

4. who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.

5. For just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant through Christ.

6. But if we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; or if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which is effective in the patient enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer;