Break Me Into Pieces and Tear Me Apart...

We took a walk to the Kettle last night. It was a nice walk and was good time spent together as a family. As we were looking at our always changing river, I thought of how different the river looked now than it had a week ago when it was one frozen mass. It looked much "nicer," and "neater," when it was frozen and smoothed over. Now it was chunks, clumps, and a whole bunch of broken pieces.

In brokenness there is movement.

Immediately this image and phrase spoke to my heart and I thought of how so often that's what the Lord's work looks like. When the beatitudes are true in my life, and I am poor in spirit, humble, meek, etc... often I feel like this river- torn apart. It doesn't usually look good or feel good, but there is movement. Finally there is headway being made. May we be set free and loosed to rush onward to the destination we are longing to go: the ocean.
God, take me to your ocean. Take me to your depths.
If it must be, then tear me apart, but do whatever it takes to get this stubborn will to flow in submission and obedience to you.
Bring me to You.