I look at the face staring back at me from the mirror . . . thinking “Who do you think you’re fooling? You’re so disqualified. What in the world do you have to offer? You are broken . . . of absolutely no use.” It’s those lies speaking into my heart.
His Word tells me my brokenness placed in God’s hands doesn’t disqualify me. He redeems me from that mess of broken pieces all over life. My brokenness actually qualifies me for His use.
God used two broken stone tablets to cause the Israelites to repent of their disobedience.
God used broken earthen vessels (pitchers that covered torches) to give the impression of an enormous army accompanying Gideon and to cause his enemies to pull back in dread.
God used a broken heart to return King David to Himself.
God used a broken roof to provide access for a cripple to be lowered by four faithful friends into the healing presence of Jesus.
God used broken loaves to feed five thousand and then some.
God used broken fishing nets to challenge the disciples to depend on Him rather on their own efforts for their needs.
God used a broken flask of nard to express the love that flows out of a relationship with Him.
God used a broken ship to steer Paul to the island of Malta to reveal the gospel to the natives there.
God used a broken body, pierced for our sins, to provide salvation for all mankind.
from M. R. DeHaan, Broken Things: Why We Suffer