Ash...broken...

Don't let the title alarm you. Although Jesus has been breaking me and moulding me this summer, that has been the most delightful pain imagined. The brokenness I'm experiencing today is in my hand. Today I received the first cast I've ever had. The doctor's still aren't sure if there is a fracture in my hand but they know for sure that I have tendonitus, that the majot tendons running from my pointer and middle finger are sprained and that the tissues that cover my tendons (?) are infected. They decided to put the cast on while awaiting the results from my x-rays (those'll come back next week) because I wasn't doing a good enough job at resting my hand. The cast is actually amazing. Don't get me wrong--it's awkward, makes showering nearly impossible, won't fit through the sleeve of my hoodie, and invites hundreds of questions that I tire of answering. BUT as soon as the cast came on and I couldn't move my hand anymore, the pain decreased by like 90%.Just like that my hand felt better than it had in days. That's really the way God wants to work in our lives too. We have these areas of brokenness or different areas of sin in our lives and we're nervous to let God examine us. But once we show Him our brokenness and allow him to put Himself as a cast over that area we will find relief from the pain and begin experiencing the healing that comes from God working out salvation and freedom in our lives. That cast can make life more difficult and it might draw attention to you that you'd rather not have, but it'll all be worth it when you get that cast off and finf yourself healed. Praise Jesus for being perfect in our weaknesses--I love you my Jesus.

P.S. Still in Kilpling. Carlyle tomorrow. One week left till Street Invaders is done and I begin my new life in Winnipeg...so far I'm planning to live in the airport...woot woot.