He was broken open,
gave himself to brokenness, to vulnerability,
In my struggle to be whole
I want to be strong,
to be capable,
to present a wise, unruffled face,
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…
he was broken open,
this I must not forget
in my struggle to be whole….
About Sally C
How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons).
I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway.
I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off!
I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
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