Poor, Broken, and Beloved

As for me, I am poor and needy,
but the Lord takes thought for me.
You are my help and my deliverer;
do not delay, O my God! - Psalm 40:7, ESV

Indeed, I am poor. Indeed, I am needy. Indeed, I am known, helped, and delivered.

Oh Lord, You know my frame. You know my shame. You take thought of me and I find that humbling, comforting, and embarrassing all at the same time. But I am grateful and I would have it no other way. Here I am, flawed and flagrantly so. Here I am. Thanks for the thoughts!

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. - Psalm 51:17, ESV

How can we ever justify despising the broken heart?

We cannot despise it in others. We cannot despise it in ourselves.

It is a sacrifice. It is a sacrament.

Broken and contrite we come crawling to be lifted by the surprising mercy of grace. We are never turned away when we are must vulnerable and most likely to think we shall be rejected.

The open arms of God welcome us.

The broken heart of God heals our broken hearts.

We are far more beloved than we know.