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by: Steve Schrock

I’m always drawn to broken people. Maybe because I see the brokenness within myself at the forefront of my being. And I look within and see the shattered remains of my life choices, the dreams unfulfilled, the weight of my sin, the once and happy home, the anxiety, depression and regret always standing right beside me whispering in my ear. The secret pains that no one knows. The happily ever after that crashed and burned in the chaos of life. So I take my mess, the shell of a person I have become, and not even being able to stand, I crawl to the foot of the cross in utter despair. Knowing full well it is the end for me. My last hope because I have nothing left. And in my desperation I sit there staring at the ground unable to even look up. But then I remember your words “It is finished” which is exactly how I feel and see myself. Just finished. Done. There is nothing left for me.

Then I feel this tugging on my soul in the places I don’t want you to see. My vulnerability in full force as these broken pieces of my shattered me are being stitched together by little drops of blood. The master surgeon with his needle and thread taking his time as I am being made whole again. And then He whispers something in my ear that I didn’t understand until now. “You are loved”.