I am still not good enough. I am still not whole enough. Furthermore, I am still not pure enough. Furthermore, I am still weakness and sharp edges and broken, but He is good and pure and whole, all that I strive for but am not. Furthermore, I wake up every morning and I sit in silence and I choose to believe. Furthermore, I may speak. Furthermore, I may not. Furthermore, I let Him wrap up all my broken in to His grace. He takes me imperfect. This is the great mystery I never knew.

Mended: Thoughts on Life