There’s a misconception about mothering. We believe it is our job to keep the brokenness away–shoo it under a rug where the shards will not be felt (much). We protect fiercely thinking we are good momma tigers.
Do you know anyone who has never been broken? Only those who remain acquaintances. The guarantee of brokenness increases with each year of life. Our job is to teach them to wade through the shard, bandage the wounds, and keep walking.
I’ve met a few kids whose family protected them from broken. Every desire they had was meant, through favors and connections every team was made. Those kids, they lack passion. They lack dreams.
So mommas, when broken hits, be it life-altering disease, family destruction, or faith squashing demons, let go of the guilt. Broken cannot be stopped anymore than an ocean wave. Instead, lead the way through your brokens and pray that they follow.
Today was a 5 minute writing prompt from Lisa Jo Baker on the word BROKEN. And while we are the subject, if there is broken in your life right now, shoot me an email, I would love to pray for you.