Broken Bread
We can never really know grace until we have been brought to the place of our own weakness. Until we see through tear-stained eyes. Until brokenness has become what we are and what we live. Because until we are broken, we can't be healed. Until we see how sick we are, we won't drink the medicine that can save us from terminal soul-sickness. Until we know that we cannot trust ourselves, and the only trustworthy place is the place at the foot of a bloody cross. Strength and personal success are hinderances to the walk of faith, to the walk of humility, to knowing Him fully; because we can't know His strength until we know we are weak. The question is do we yet know it? Do we know how to live dependently on Christ and Christ alone? Or do we only know how to trust our instincts, our gifts, talents and abilities, our treasures of security and safety? Oh, how I fight with absolution everything that makes me appear weak, broken, less-than. I want to be strong, I want