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Broken...



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 that I be whole in every way!
Above all, help me to remember that there is a blessing with every hindrance... help me not to miss the blessing, the purpose that come from this place of brokenness to be used for your Glory!
 
Thank you for reading. My prayer is that it touched you as it touched me! Please feel free to share this post or share an inspiring word! Remember you are the only you there is, so be good to YOU!

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