This morning as I was in the shower, the rain cascading down my back, I put my hands on the wall. I stopped to pray. I was overwhelmed with emotion, that in my nakedness, God was imploring me to speak. Speak to Him. Be wholly open. Be unapologetically His child. The one who isn’t afraid to honest to a fault. Is this was growth looks like. It’s breaking me. Being broken with Him isn’t a bad place to be.
Break me
To build me
True strength
Is releasing
Who you
Thought
You’d be
Before He said
Let me
Take over
And show you
What brokenness
Can yield
In the
Potter’s Hands
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