He was broken open,
gave himself to brokenness, to vulnerability,
In my struggle to be whole
I forget…
I want to be strong,
to be capable,
to present a wise, unruffled face,
needing nothing,
but the truth is that
I am frail and flawed,
I am weak and far from faultless,
and my offering is one of frailty,
brokenness and vulnerability,
an imperfect gift
perfected only as it is received…
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he was broken open,
this I must not forget
in my struggle to be whole….
Eternal footsteps 