On treasuring my brokenness.
A little bit of fear is good. Bringing brokenness as part of your offering.
The intimacy that comes when we give up trying to fix our broken places and press them into His heart instead. When He comes and presses Himself into our gaping holes, scarred skin onto scarred heart, it’s that intimacy that makes us whole. I will boast in my weakness. His strength is made perfect in it. Not that I don’t want to grow, and not that I’m giving up, and not that I’m going to quit trying. But my trying might look a lot more like leaning and listening and waiting before Him and less like… well… trying.
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