Broken.

If I had to define brokeness-I'd sum it up to:

2 hours in darkness. Same song on repeat. Weeping, holding my knees to my chest as if I could never let go. Watching my candle melt. Funny sounds escaping my lungs. Thinking about everything that's gone wrong in my life-and how I'll never be able to change, or fix it. Missing things that have been gone for a while. Wishing for things that I've had and lost. Wanting to change so much, then realizing that would prevent growth. Not literal growth-I'd still be 5'10"...but I would probably be even more weak. I am so weak. Broken people are week. Empty. Full of holes. Blemishes. Disaster. Dirt. Silence. Noise. Books with no words on the pages.

Brokeness is when something is incapable of being put back together.
I am incapable of picking up glue and putting together what should be art.
It's impossible to modge this flat.
It's weird how only God can do that.

I rely so much on people. Too much on people. Because while people will fail you everyday-God's knit into your heart. He has to be.

Are You?