Here’s what I know. We are all broken. We were born that way. The trouble I have is I tend to want to live in my brokenness rather than with my brokenness and believe me, there is a difference.
I don’t need to live in a garbage can to know that it smells yet I live with three of them on the side of my house. I guess you could say I live with trash but I don’t live in trash. Why then do I live in my brokenness rather than