Thursday, March 06, 2014

We Are All Broken Sometime

As I was flipping through the channels, I saw that Gifted Hands was on.  I love this movie, a true story in which Cuba Gooding Jr. portrays surgeon Ben Carson.  When I clicked ok, I wasn’t prepared for the scene that was on……

As I was flipping through the channels, I had just clicked play on my iPhone to show the lyric video to The Afters song Broken Hallelujah….

Now, put the two together……

The scene from the movie was when Ben Carson is awakened by his pregnant wife who is bleeding due to miscarriage. The song’s lyrics are about knowing happiness and pain and still lifting a song of praise.

My memory goes back to my own miscarriage.

My thoughts turn to those who are experiencing their own pain.  Friends who have lost loved ones, spouses, children. Friends who have health issues, terminal illnesses.  So many people. So much hurt. 

But yet, we can, and should, sing Hallelujah. 

I love that word. I love how it flows from my lips.


Hallelujah is a shout or a song of praise and/or thanks to God.


We have all been broken.  We have all had an experience that has brought us to our knees in anguish. 

It doesn’t seem like it, but during those times, a hallelujah can bring peace, comfort, healing.  Maybe not immediately, but eventually. 

In those times that we feel broken, we need to remember all that God has done for us.  Remember those blessings. Remember the love. Remember the sacrifice.  In all of our brokenness, remember Christ. 

As  mentioned recently, my singing isn’t lovely at all.  But God doesn’t care if I can hit the pitch or the note correctly.  He cares about what is in my heart. What is in your heart.  He cares that we can sing a broken hallelujah.

It is so easy for us to say what we believe about God….you know…..the usual stuff: He loves me. He cares for me. He will take care of me.  He will get me through anything.  Yes, easy to say.  We can say it until we are blue in the face.  But living it is different. It is difficult.  It is in that broken hallelujah that we find out if we really believe what we say we believe.  That’s when we live it. 

Honestly, no one wants to live a broken hallelujah.  No one wants hurt and pain, to be empty.  But God never promised us an easy life.  He never promised that each day would be a sunny, happy day.  He did promise that he would always be with us, that nothing could pull us from his hand.

If you are hurting today, for whatever reason, just know that God loves you.  When you lift your broken hallelujah up to him, he hears you. He will bring you peace and comfort.  Just don’t give up on him.  Healing takes time.  It can be ugly and messy, but God is there in that place. 

I’d like to leave you with this song.  May it be a blessing to you when you find yourself in a dark place. May it give you the strength to lift up a broken hallelujah.


  1. I just wanted you to know that I read your blog every time you post since I first met you a few months ago, and it's brought so much wisdom and joy into my life.
    I struggle a lot with self-harm, and it's been such a hard thing to seek God when I'm dealing with so much self-hatred. This is such a beautiful post. Healing is messy and ugly and hard, but healing does come in the end.
    I'm so excited for the day that I am healed from self-harm and can use it to be a part of my testimony! Thank you for constantly being a light in my life :)
    You're awesome!

    1. Sweet Friend, thank you for sharing your struggle. I am thankful that my words are a blessing to you, the entire purpose of this blog. I will pray for you, for you to find healing and to be used to guide others to healing. You are pretty awesome too!

  2. I love this, "You can never learn that Christ is all you need, until Christ is all you have." Yes, the one that will never leave you is Him even if you deny Him into your life He will always be there for you for all of us.

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  3. Amen to that! Sometimes that crying out to God, even if it is an indiscernible noise, gives a sense of peace. Thank you for sharing, Natasha!


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