Good Things Come in Broken Packages

By Susan Sparks

Often we look at broken items as having no value or use, but as time has presented itself, I have come to understand there is much value in broken things. The worth is not the thing but the package, because in every package there is something different.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524568672

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Often we look at broken items to have no value or use, but as time has presented itself, I have come to understand there is much value in broken things. The worth is not in the thing but in the package because in every package, there is something different.

Growing up I was moving about in this life broken and torn happiness knew not my address, and dark clouds made my life their resident home. I found little or no purpose in the advents that engulfed my understanding that I was broken and no one wanted me. I found no joy, and I chased down sorrow; though after a while, tears had no value, nor did they have the same sting when forming upon my checks. Like rain that fell in a constant stream, on its appearance, so did my brokenness. There were moments I wondered if my packaging was all wrong, that God had created me for his humor. I knew not that my broken package was being carefully put together. Not knowing this, my heart grew heavier by the day; though along my travel, a message would be sent that I was beautiful and I had good things inside me. Refusing to believe that my broken package posed any good, hostility grew, and it was escorted by anger; as other guests arrived such as heartaches and disappointment and brokenness and abandonment, I just took their invites and continued our relations even after I knew that sadness and heartache came with it. Pain became my friend though it seem to take on the form of joy, to smile meant I did have something to grasp at in this journey ahead I was to discover that a broken thing would reveal, that good things were buried in that dirt called my experience. It would take more hope than I had, and faith that I knew not I had; my arsenal only carried the manual of discouragement and depression.

So as the shovel hit the first patch of my life I became broken beyond broken but I thought that surely I had become so broken that there was no more levels left. As I screamed out in anguish, flashes came across and fearful reflections of the unknown grabbed hold of me. The deeper the shovel went, the more weeds and rocks turned up; it just seemed as no good ground was available. Saddened by the results, I requested that I be left alone. Not knowing that there was a gardener, and I was just a vine not fully understanding, I saw no good in this broken state; so I decided to not let any flourishing come through, so I thought. Life seemed to crack its curtains, and my stage was presented; but I knew not that everyone or certain someone’s did not belonged in my audience. As I prepared to perform, that crippling thought came once again, You are broken, and nothing good can come from you. My heart dropped as I put on a make-believe smile, and I lifted up my head taking a step forward so the play of my life could begin. As the first strike of my heartache was, disappointment, depression, suicide, low self-esteem, who were the usual characters who haunted me daily and they imposed in this stage I called my life. This blow was a little harder than before, and as the unbroken dirt that had laid untouched for so many years it was now being disturbed, I cried out! But I cried with a cry of no understanding for I knew not who or what would bring comfort to my broken package. Then the broken-up dirt was tossed, and some relief had placed itself in the place where the toss dirt once laid, and this was a part of the transformation which was not understood by the one who stood upon the stage which was I. As my guide appeared, I gave him my hand to be led by the presence that stood before me, not questioning but still unsure of my promise; I still had no proof of redemption. So I performed still as one who had no value, not