Saturday, March 28, 2026

The Unbroken: A Spoonful of Grace on the "Broken Bone Theory"

The Unbroken: A Spoonful of Grace on the "Broken Bone Theory"

My daughter recently sat me down and asked, "Mom, have you ever broken a bone?"
I thought back through 40-plus years of parenting, coaching toddlers to ninety-year-olds, and running a non-profit. I’ve had my share of scrapes, but a broken bone? Never. Not one.

She told me about the Broken Bone Theory. It’s the idea that some of us go through life physically "unbroken" because our spirits are already carrying a heavy load of unseen fractures. The universe—or as I believe, a Divine Shepherd—spares our frame from the snap of a bone because we are already navigating a "forest" of emotional and spiritual breaks.

It was a light bulb moment.

Suddenly, my life made a different kind of sense. I realized that while I’ve never worn a cast on my arm, I’ve had to set "splints" on my heart more times than I can count. I’ve had to learn how to walk on a spirit that felt shattered, all while being the steady tether for everyone else.

To the "Unbroken" who feel exhausted:
If you are the one everyone leans on—the one who has survived the fire without a physical scar—hear me: Your strength is a testimony, but your unseen breaks deserve grace.

At The Shepherd’s Path, we look for the "body cues" of these internal injuries. We know that just because you aren't in a hospital bed doesn't mean you aren't in recovery.

Maybe you’re a Phoenix who has survived the ashes, but your wings still feel brittle.

Maybe you’re treading water in the deep end, and your "frame" is the only thing keeping you afloat.

A Step for Today:
If this resonates with you, take a moment to acknowledge the "unseen breaks" you’ve healed on your own. You were built to last, but you weren't built to carry the forest forever.

Write a "Dear God" letter today. Don't worry about the theology. Just tell Him where it hurts—even the parts that don't show up on an X-ray.

We are the Secretaries of Hope, and we are listening.

** any letter can be responded to anonymously, all emails stop with Secretaries of Hope are listening, so please don’t hesitate.  ~AF

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