It's funny how when we're broken, we continuously choose things out of our brokenness. We choose things that feed our broken state not even recognizing it. We look around & everything appeals to that appetite... I guess that's why we find ourselves in the same situations over & over. It's not that we NEED that thing or person, whatever it may be, but in order for me continue to nurse this place of brokenness, I must feed it. We know that something is not right, & we make an attempt to break things off... But just like that grown baby who doesn't get its way throws a tantrum, our brokenness does the same thing; saying feed me, feed me! Brokenness can come in many disguises. I'm calling to the place of wholeness within me. Father I'm asking for an increasing appetite for a new diet that feeds & brings nourishment to that place of wholeness within me. I want to feed that place & starve the other! I know that it is your delight tha...
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