Five Minute Friday Prompt: Broken
Four years ago the word broken entered every crevice of my being. It made me fear the worst, cling to the past, and gave me nightmares of the worst kind.
At first being broken felt cruel, unnatural, and like a death sentence. I wondered how I would pick up the pieces after this man I had committed my life to, created three children with, and fought so hard for, left us for a drug-addicted life on the street.
I would watch families at church and beg for the broken parts of my heart to be mended. I looked for ways to fill in the gaps but nothing worked. My children were my life and I decided to shut out anything else that would keep me away from being the mother they needed.
Then God reached into my beautiful mess of a soul and brought me out of the darkness.* Click to Tweet! He showed me I could love again and more importantly, there was someone who wanted to love me. God loved me enough to show me I didn't have to be alone.
He told me my brokenness was for a reason.
And then He gave me B.
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