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I must be honest and say that it is very difficult to write about being beautiful yet broken without looking deep inside of yourself and finding those situations and seasons that “broke” you, yet left you beautiful.

My life has been a series of such events, and I am sure most of you can relate. We have all gone through something that made us ask the famous question: “Why me, Lord?” followed by a “Thank you, Jesus!” days, months or even years later when we eventually understand that though the circumstance or situation was hard, it ultimately worked in our favour. Though it broke us, it was graceful and left us more beautiful than ever.

Romans 8:28 (NIV):

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

How can we possibly compare beauty to brokenness, you may ask…

This is not a physical beauty that comes with the styling of hair, make-up or expensive clothes. This is a beauty that comes from within, a beauty that comes from the heart, a beauty where the smile is in the eyes instead of on the lips. A beauty that is brought about by the vicissitudes of life.

It is said the early years of a child’s life are the most important as they are the foundation on which the rest of the child’s life will be built, hence the term “foundation phase.” As a mother now, my aim is to give my 3-year-old daughter a beautiful, well-balanced foundation on which she can continue to build her life, but hey! We didn’t all get a beautiful start in life, yet we turned out beautiful because God is able to give us beauty for ashes.

My life story did not have a perfect start or rather foundation: my mother gave birth to me and left me to be raised by my grandmother and, to date, I have never met my father. I used to see my mother once or, at most, twice a year and on the occasions when I did see her, it was never a joyful time. It was always hurtful as there would be much rivalry between her and my grandmother; for this I started resenting her. My grandmother, however, tried her best to give us a warm and loving home. At age of 18, my grandmother passed and I was left with my sister and her three beautiful daughters. My sister was arrested and imprisoned a few months after my granny’s death and the kids went to live with my mother, who had no idea about taking care of kids but – due to the circumstances – had no choice. While I was still stressing about the kids being with my mom, my mom was arrested and imprisoned. What a traumatic experience this was for me, as a 19-year-old girl. At this time, I was living with my aunt and cousins and I had to take my sister’s kids in. My cousin was very abusive towards me and my sister’s daughters; she would speak hurtful words to me that would pierce my heart, and on a few occasions, she literally beat me in front of my friends.

I had received Jesus Christ as the Lord and Saviour of my life at the age of 15, so during this entire pruning season, I was a child of God. I would spend my days at the local church, serving in youth ministry or at home praying. Prayer was the very foundation my youth was anchored in, instead of the painful circumstances that had surrounded me.

Instead of growing up to be a bitter person as a result of my past, I learned how to forgive. I accepted reconciliation with my family that comes through Christ Jesus and I learned to love my family as imperfect as I thought they may have been. You see, God has done a work in me through every struggle I have ever faced; those hard times have made me more compassionate, more forgiving, more understanding and more loving. Every tear I cried made me look more and more like Christ.

Isaiah 61:3 (NIV):

“and provide for those who grieve in Zion – to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.”

Whatever may have broken you, God can use it to His glory. It is said that every mess has a message; well, your mess does not just have a message but a beautiful message of hope and restoration to those in need of it.

You have to surrender your hurt, surrender your disappointments, surrender the pain, bring it before the altar of the Lord and allow God to heal you, restore you, redeem you and turn your brokenness into a beautiful brokenness that will be displayed and used for His glory.

As Isaiah 61:3 beautifully notes, we have been given beauty for ashes, so what is meant to break us emotionally and physically and leave us with scars, God turns to beauty and those scars tells a story of His grace, if only we allow Him to. God gives us joy instead of mourning in the midst of confusing and sometimes very painful seasons. With this beauty and strength that embodies us through the Holy Spirit, we are able to wear the garment of praise instead of despair that we may display His splendour through our lives.

Isaiah 48:10 (NKJV):

“Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.”

We have been refined in the furnace of affliction to show forth the glory of God. Go out there and tell your story of brokenness; allow it to minister and heal others because you are broken yet so beautiful in Christ Jesus.



Women Of Reverence welcomes Theodora Mooketsi as a guest blogger.

Theodora Mooketsi is a working wife, mom, conference host, preacher and speaker. She is the founder of the Wordlife Organization, which is an evangelistic ministry, and she co-pastors Seasons Church with her husband. Her biggest conviction is that, by God’s grace, “Africa will be saved.”

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