Posted on October 23, 2010


I am broken.
I have broken.
But I am glued back together by God.

I can say “But God, abortion….” God says, “Redeemed”.
“But God, adultery..” I hear “Sanctified.”
“But God, mental illness…” He tells me “accepted”.
“But God, rape…” He reminds me “healed”.
“But God, all the drugs…” He assures me “forgiven”.

I can list all sorts of “buts”, however I think this suffices. I am glued back together. You might can see the cracks, but I am glued together the way I am supposed to be.