Tonight I was reminded of the light that shines forth from brokenness. We're not meant to be perfect now. Our brokenness is reality and good. Our put-togetherness is sometimes the precise thing which needs to be broken. I write these words and yet am highly aware that I only know a tiny bit of what they mean. O Lord, break me and make me, mold me as you see fit. Take the broken cisterns and the things I so easily cling to in place of you and restore my need and dependence on you alone.
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