BREAKDOWN // I’m becoming more comfortable with my mess. The bruises beneath my eyes deepen, darken, but I am grateful for their honesty. I no longer try to hide the tears when they come. I am in great need, but I always have been. This world breaks us all, one way or another, and sometimes we break ourselves. Why has it taken me this long to come to terms with my fragility? I’ve uncovered an unexpected peace in the realization of my helplessness. I was never meant to go it alone.
“The Lord is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who fear him. For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.” Psalm 103:13-14