© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

I refuse to be bound by my past,
I will not be defined by your label.
Only God knows the road I’ve traveled,
God blesses what was broken.

All things work together for good,
‘Cuz I am called and chosen.
Nothing will be wasted or thrown away,
God blesses what was broken.


Sometimes I’m the kid with a brown bag lunch,
Only 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish.
I give it to Jesus, suddenly things are changed.
God blesses what was broken.

He gathers the pieces left over,
He lets nothing be wasted.
All things will work out for good,
‘Cuz God blesses what was broken.

        © 2013 Diana Rasmussen


 Hosea put it well:

I’ll call nobodies and make them somebodies;image
I’ll call the unloved and make them beloved.
In the place where they yelled out, “You’re nobody!”
    they’re calling you “God’s living children.”

Isaiah maintained this same emphasis:

If each grain of sand on the seashore were numbered
    and the sum labeled “chosen of God,”
They’d be numbers still, not names;
    salvation comes by personal selection.
God doesn’t count us; he calls us by name.
    Arithmetic is not his focus.  (Romans 9:25-28 MSG)

Take a good look, friends, at who you were when you got called into this life. I don’t see many of “the brightest and the best” among you, not many influential, not many from high-society families. Isn’t it obvious that God deliberately chose men and women that the culture overlooks and exploits and abuses, chose these “nobodies” to expose the hollow pretensions of the “somebodies”? That makes it quite clear that none of you can get by with blowing your own horn before God. Everything that we have—right thinking and right living, a clean slate and a fresh start—comes from God by way of Jesus Christ. That’s why we have the saying, “If you’re going to blow a horn, blow a trumpet for God.” (1 Corinthians 1:26-31 MSG)

Jesus got them all to sit down in groups of fifty or a hundred—they looked like a patchwork quilt of wildflowers spread out on the green grass! He took the five loaves and two fish, lifted his face to heaven in prayer, blessed, broke, and gave the bread to the disciples, and the disciples in turn gave it to the people. He did the same with the fish. They all ate their fill. The disciples gathered twelve baskets of leftovers. More than five thousand were at the supper. (Mark 6:39-44 MSG)


Thank you Lord, that you pick up what the world does not want.  We knew we didn’t belong here; we never fit in.  You know what our lives look like, the “breaking” that we have been through.  Have mercy upon us and bless us Lord in the broken parts – crazy, unmerited, bountiful blessings… Let our blessings overtake us, so much that we cannot contain them.  Fill all those around us and let there be leftovers, in Jesus’ Name!