Tuesday, September 26, 2023


 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


You’d be

Before He said 

Let me

Take over

And show you

What brokenness 

Can yield

In the 

Potter’s Hands