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
Amen
ReplyDeleteNice.
ReplyDeleteGod is always there to pick us up when we fall. We can depend on Him. I wish nonbelievers had our hope.
ReplyDeletepowerful!
ReplyDeleteA true and beautiful true dear friend. Thank you for sharing your heart with your friends!
ReplyDeleteAmen
ReplyDeleteSo moving, Regine. Yes, God can always fix what is broken within us.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Love those words: What brokenness can yield in the Potter's hands! So powerful and true. Thank you. :D
ReplyDeleteBreak me to build me. I love how your mind weaves words and thought together.
ReplyDeleteAmen
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Maxine
so true
ReplyDeleteAmen
ReplyDeleteStay well