Broken But Not Forsaken

Broken, shattered, we move through life in a misty fog

Praying, “Where are you God?”

In our minds we feel alone, afraid and disconnected from the human race…

He has not left us; his arms are around us, filling us with his love and grace…

We can’t feel him, we can’t feel anything only a numbness, like the walking dead

We go through the motions of living but we are not alive.

Not emotionally, mentally or physically…

People looking at us can’t tell

We may wear a smile, go to work, do the every day things that look like living

But we have shut down on the inside…

In the night hours when others are sleeping, we lie awake in the dark weeping…

Hear me broken one, you are not alone

I’ve come to comfort you and bring you home.

Lift up your head, you are not dead…yes, pain is real, but I’ve come to heal

Your broken, down-cast spirit.

Open your heart, open your eyes, open your ears

Can’t you hear it…

Sorrow is for the night but joy comes in the morning!

It’s morning Child…put on the garment of Praise for the spirit of heaviness

My love is measureless and I am pouring my Spirit into your life…

Come alive!!

And when you are restored do what I’ve chosen and called you to do!

You will be like the balm of Gilead

Restoring others to life in me!

~Marla Shaw O’Neill June 15, 2021

ISAIAH 61:1-3

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.