glory. he uses it to help others. he breaks my heart for those around me who are broken.
just like that sparrow... just like my girl... i am broken. but i am blessed.
you're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. with less of you there is more of god and his rule.
i may be broken. i do know i am not "the finished product". i cling to the hope that i am an unfinished product. i am a work-in progress. i do not wear my feelings on my sleeve. i do however let them eat away at me sometimes though. there are very precious few that i would ever 