This is the leg of Barbaro the champion racehorse after a break at the start of the Preakness. I know the horse’s leg will heal, and there shouldn’t be much visible scaring on the outside. But he will always carry the scars on the inside.

I feel like this is my life sometimes, good looking on the outside, but barely held together on the inside. Do you ever feel like this? I feel broken.

I return to the thought that without brokenness, there is no need for healing. The brokenness reminds us of our desperate need for God daily.

The Lord said, “my grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Cor 12:9). There is beauty in our brokenness. There is hope in it as well. Through the pain I remember that I am not alone.