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The Breakdown

Sometimes the breakdown isn’t punishment—it’s mercy.

It’s God, in His deep wisdom, allowing the weight of our self-made structures to collapse under their own pressure. Not because He wants to see us suffer, but because He longs for us to see. To truly see.

 

We’ve made silent vows, haven’t we? Promises whispered in pain: “I’ll never need anyone… I’ll do this alone… I have to stay strong.” But those vows, though born from survival, become shackles. They isolate us. They harden us. They imprison us, and over time, they begin to destroy the very parts of us God wants to heal.

 

So He lets it unravel.

 

He lets the façade shake, the scaffolding of self-reliance sway — until we reach the end of ourselves. Until rock-bottom becomes holy ground. Because it’s there, in the ashes of our striving, that our hearts finally cry out: “Lord, I can’t do this without You.”

 

And the beautiful thing is — He’s been waiting all along. With arms wide open. With grace enough to hold what’s broken. “The Lord is near to the broken-hearted and saves the crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18).

 

There’s no shame in breaking. Sometimes, it’s the only path to wholeness.

The Stillness that Heals

After the breaking comes a strange kind of quiet.


It can feel like standing in the hush after a storm — unsure whether the silence is peace or simply the absence of motion. But if we lean in, we begin to sense it…


God is there. Whispering. Holding. Healing.


This is the space where we stop striving, where our souls learn how to rest again — not just physically but spiritually and emotionally. And perhaps most beautifully, this is where we learn that rest is not earned. It is gifted, a holy inheritance, a reminder that our value was never in how much we could carry, fix, or do.


In the rest, we begin to remember:

We are not machines.

We are not burdens.

We are not forgotten.

We are beloved.


God invites us to lie down in green pastures—not because everything is perfect, but because He is present. And in His presence, even stillness becomes sacred.


So come. Let the quiet hold you for a while.

Let rest be your worship.

Saterdag 26 April 2025

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