Not broke, but broken...
I had to face some old hurts this week, to answer questions about a painful period in my life, and the loss of relationship with a most beloved daughter. I can neither write or speak of it without tears. They are a sign of ashes that remain.
Mom is broken.
As much as it hurts to admit, I am not yet whole. I know that Jesus makes me whole. I know He covers my sin with His sacrifice, and I choose to fully receive that. Yet, my physical brain just does not work like it did.
Since a transplant is not an option, I'm taking the Word of God as my brain medicine. This is what I choose to believe:
He restores my soul, which is my mind, my will, and my emotions.
I have the mind of Christ.
By His wounds I was healed; it has already happened and I believe it.
He restores what the cankerworm has destroyed.
He contends with those who contend with me, and He alone saves my children.
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