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Even If We Are Broken We Are Still Useful

             Even If We Are Broken We Are Still Useful


It always amazes me how and when and where Abba Father talks to us and what He uses to show us and guide us with. Yes again He showed up while I was in the shower, while trying to wash my hair.

You see, I was having trouble trying to pour out my shampoo out of the nozzle supplied on the top of the shampoo container, which is supposed to make it easier to pour out. It was just pouring out everywhere and wasting so much of the shampoo in the process. I then had to take the nozzle of and just pour it out the old fashion way without the nozzle. The next time I got into the shower I took the nozzle of again and found that there was actually a split in the opening of the top of the container. Hence why the container wasn’t working as it should, the way that it was meant to, the way that it was designed to, it wasn’t as effective. But it still could be used.  

Then Abba Father said to me even though you’re broken and not able to work as effective as you were designed to, you are still very useful and effective to Me. I still can use you, I still need you. And in your stepping out I will bring healing and restore you to My full measure.

Wow! How amazing is that? Even when you think you’re no longer able, you’re not worth much; you’re not effective enough to get the job done.

Abba Father has always been in the business of using the broken, the broken hearted, the rejected, the weak, the hurts and the pains to bring full restoration, to bring comfort those in need, to bring joy again, to shine again for all to see His love and grace.

Just like I have written in the picture:

“Beautifully Broken Beautifully Healed”.

Thank You Jesus for Your love, Your grace, Your amazing guidance, Hallelujah and Amen.  






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