Broken Things: Find Him Friday
Sweet, sweet Jesus.
Some days are emotionally and physically draining.
Today I have felt the fullness of my brokenness, the enormity of my lack and my inability to control…anything. Father thank you so much for walking with us through the past eight weeks. I have felt Your presence so near, so sweet, and so tender. Thank you for using our brokenness for Your glory. For weaving a tapestry that looks messy to our eyes, but to the Artist, looks perfect and beautiful. God I pray abundant blessings over all of these beautiful women and all of their perfect “messes.” Father open their hearts and minds to see that what the world calls weak, You call strong. That what the world calls useless, You call perfect. What the world calls trash, You call a royal diadem. Hide these precious sisters, these royal rebel girls with swords, under Your loving wing and allow them to see the beauty You are creating.
In Jesus Holy and Capable Name
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.