Tag: broken open

I have this pair of fuzzy pants. They’re my favorite. My go-to, first thing I put on when the laundry’s done, favorite.

Cute, huh? Colorful, a little loud, maybe, quite noticeable.

There’s just one problem.

In our quest to find the people we can be vulnerable with, who will listen without judging, who will not criticize, who will not shame us, who are genuinely interested in our brokenness, it may be helpful

What follows is a synopsis of a larger message that God continues to lay on my heart. I am writing, these days, and while it’s…

Once upon a time … I knew who I was. I could have told you, even. Pretty easily. I defined myself as a child of…