Our word prompt.... BROKEN
How often we think of broken as something that can't be fixed, something that will take our time... something that is lost. I see that attitude spilling out of me from time to time, but not today. Today I sat alone in the waiting area while my son had his tonsils out. Others had stepped out for a moment and at once I was aware of the lonely that crept in. I sat there waiting for the results of a mammogram I had to have redone due to a suspicious spot on the first test. I sat there unable to keep a straight thought in my head and wishing I had someone there to take me by the hand and say everything will be fine.
I sat alone.
Then.... I received the information that my test results came back fine... I was broken.
Then... the doc came in and said my son was fine.... I was broken.
You see, broken doesn't mean something needs to be fixed.. not always. Today for me it meant that I was in a place where life was bare... life was raw... life had depth. The unnecessary had broken away. Tears are not always from sadness, because in a time of being broken, tears are for rebirth and renewal.
I sat alone.
My hands shook.
My heart raced.
My mind whirled.
I saw my life.
I have never been alone.
