Five Minutes: Broken

Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Broken.

Ready. Set. Write.

My laptop just celebrated it's fifth birthday, which is ancient for a Windows laptop.  After the acquisition of my iPad last Fall, my laptop has been used very little, so having a soon-to-be obsolete laptop wasn't that distressing....until I started school July 1.  

In my MBA program, I have to submit assignments online and although the internet surfing still works (albeit via Safari on a Windows system), using the Office applications and even the USB port is troublesome.  It's broken and I'm in denial.  Microsoft Word crashes every time I save a document...and the other night it simply locked up my laptop to the point of restart.  Even the USB port is getting persnickety.  I save all my work on a flash drive (for the reasons stated earlier) yet even the ports are broken and tired.  My cheap self now needs to invest in a laptop so I can be equipped for this journey of school.

Silly me grieves over broken things like this.  I bought this laptop soon after I bought my last car, Bluebelle, which I love.  It was a tough purchase because it seemed everything was broken and needed replacing.  Now, my car is going strong, and my laptop needs to be put to rest.  Nothing I can do can fix the broken.

I'm so thankful that I can come to my Creator broken and know that He won't give up on me.  I may be broken, battered, scarred and discouraged, but He makes all things new.  When I crash, He protects me.  When I lock up, He surrounds me with his arms and I relax in the comfort of His Love.  And when I simply can't plug in to be recharged, His Holy Spirit intercedes for me in ways and words I can't express.  

Being broken doesn't mean I'm banished.  I'm loved.