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…


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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