Sometimes the world breaks me.
Sometimes others' words rend my heart.
Sometimes my penchant for sin makes me despair.
The Broken One -
who bore every sin whether committed against us or by us -
waits with healing hands.
He delights in humility because when we are in that state of desperation we long for Him more.
May it be that we choose to let our hearts be broken so that they can be enlarged to hold more of Him.
May it be that desperation over our sins drive us to Jesus.
May it be that our confessions bring God His due honor.
-Mary DeMuth
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