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I'm Broken


Tonight, I was putting a quilt 

together, and as I cut and sewed, 

God started talking to my heart.  

I had an idea for a quilt.  

It is not to be a traditional quilt with 

perfect squares that will make a 

fancy intricate design,

but rather a whimsical quilt with blocks of varying sizes.

As I began putting pieces together, I thought about how imperfect it was going to look

and I debated whether I should go with a .more traditional look

when God stepped in and whispered,

"It's ok for them not to be perfect."

It will be beautiful, and it will remind you that people are flawed, 

broken and imperfect.

We all carry scars, 

wounds,  

hurts,  

disappointments 

and sickness 

in these tents that we live in.

We are shaped by how our parents raised us,

by our experiences  in school,

by encounters with other people.

Is it any wonder we are a mess?

This is not meant to be depressing

but freeing.

You and I are in the same boat, none  of us are perfect,

I have no need to put on pretenses.

Often I go through life hiding behind a mask

because I want others to see this perfect, strong,

amazing person but often I'm not amazing.

I fail, I'm emotional and as timid as a fawn.

I can't be that perfect person and I don't have to be.

That's freedom!

The bonus is that I can overlook the flaws in others as well.

Perhaps when we are genuine with others and they see the cracks

scrapes and nicks in us, it will give them hope and freedom as well.



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