My husband and I were at a local restaurant last night and could not help but notice the family across the room from us. It was very obvious the man at the table was a slave to some sort of drug and even at the moment, high from it. All physical signs we are taught to look for as teachers pointed to drug abuse. I could not feel anything but sadness as I watched this man. I just kept wondering what led him to his first “high” (assuming it was drug abuse). The longer I live, the more I realize how broken WE ALL are. My brokenness is no different than that man at the restaurant. My brokenness just manifests itself in a different way. My brokenness may be easier to hide, but it is still there.
We are all fragile. We are vulnerable. ALL OF US. We all suffer from broken hearts, dreams, and hopes at some point in our lives. Hopefully, we are able to push ourselves again and be willing to hurt, heal, and then do it all over again. When I am unable to push myself, I have been so fortunate to be guided by strong family members, teachers, church leaders, and friends. I realize not everyone is as fortunate as I am.
As we begin another school year, I am certain I will face students who come from backgrounds so fragile, if I was placed in their situation, I would break in an instant. My prayer is that judgment would never enter my mind. My prayer is that everyone, especially myself, realizes that if we push each other, maybe we will break a little less with each struggle and become much stronger from the process.
This video using the song “Breakable” portrays broken images in an almost beautiful form. I am so broken some days; I can hardly look at myself. I wonder if God sees my brokenness as beauty. I am certain He wants to heal our brokenness. I am certain He uses others to aid in that process. I am thankful for the people God has placed in my life to help my brokenness. We are all fragile. We are all broken. Lord, please help us to remember our fragileness as we begin a new school year.