I am not unbroken because of my:
I am simply broken.
In need of mending.
I need of redemption.
In need of perfection I do not contain or desire.
In need of someone who loves me as I am, where I am.
In need of someone who holds my face, kisses away my tears, and tells me I'm wrong when I think I'm right.
In need of someone who pulls me close and assures me all can and will be made new again .
In need of unbroken.
In need of a Savior.
My heart turns away from the jagged shards and fully faces the One who doesn't deal in bandaids or messy stitches evidenced by futile attempts at fixing.
He heals with hands covered in blood—blood that binds, seals, and protects.
I am not unbroken. You can surely see the scars.
But I am redeemed, repurposed, and revived.
Day by Day.
Inch by Inch.
Refined by fire to look less—broken,
And more like the One who makes all things whole.
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Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.