Stop saying you are broken!

I hear the critics in my head. The loudest is my own voice echoing self accusations through the chambers of my heart.

"Stop saying you are broken!"

I agree. On one hand I am Not broken. I am whole because of the Lord who is my peace. He fills me with who He is. Nothing missing. Nothing broken. Made whole. Shalom....

Yet

Here I am. On the other hand, still needing a Savior who fills the gaps. Still needing mercy. Still needing to learn and grow and become more like Him.

So I speak back to the accusations.

I am broken. I am whole.

I am forgiven. I am in need of forgiveness.

I am not where I used to be. I am not where I am going to be.

Unashamed, I lift the scars life has cruelly lashed across my soul. Unashamed, I bless the One who meets me here...

In brokenness. In wholeness.

In all of Who He is. In all of me.