brokenness

She shows up in tears.
I send the kids up stairs and decide to make some coffee.
"Oh please," I whisper to know the words to say, to respond as He would, and to be fully present.
She hugs me but not because it's been a while, it comes with a clinging heartbreak attached.
Shattered trust tempts us to walk away.
It is too hard to get down on hands and knees and pick up all the pieces.
The heavier weight to carry is the anxiety and fear of its recurrence.
The burden of giving out grace to an undeserving dirty hand.
But oh where would we be?
"I am a sinner, if it's not one thing, it's another. Caught up in words, tangled in lies.
But you are a savior and you take brokenness aside and make it beautiful."- Sons and Daughters
The reason we can't refuse to offer grace is because it has been rained down on us.
Mere human beings, mistake makers, broken people.
Begging for a heart like His is our only hope.
There is no magic formula, no magic words to make pain dissipate.
There is only God to breathe healing into our wounds and strength into our bones.
Then we will walk down this unexpected path and know that His love ALONE sustains us.