Christmas a couple of years ago, my dad built a fire in their fire pit.  There wasn’t much snow so it was possible.  I thoroughly enjoyed the special memory.

My parents have enjoyed this fire pit for some years.  The rocks are a nice border.  My parents have watched with interest as the heat of the fire has cracked some of these rocks into separate pieces.  When I saw some of the broken rocks, I knew I needed to take a picture to use for a blog post.

I have two thoughts about the broken rocks.

First, when the heat is turned up in our lives we can break.  God allows trials to change us (James 1).  The pain is excruciating at the time. No one likes the pain of breaking.  However, God has a plan for the pain.  God changes us into the image of His Son (Romans 8:29).

The other thought is more difficult.  Sometimes we allow our hearts to become hardened.  God, in His love, brings trials to discipline us (Hebrews 12).  Sometimes those trials break us.

Friend, if you are broken, I pray that you have the first kind of brokenness.  The second is the result of pushing God aside.  That is never a good place to be.

Either way, seek Christ.  Allow Him to work and change you.  There is no better place to be than broken and in God’s hands.

Just.

Keep.

Praying