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We Are All Broken




For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.  




We're all broken.  Good news!  God is the glue to fix it



We are all broken!  

We hurt, 

we cry, 

we make bad choices. 

Don’t believe me?  

Look around.  

School shootings, 

climbing suicide rates, 

anxiety, 

and depression 

are all evidence that all of us are broken and hurting.   

It’s no one’s fault. 

We are born that way.  

That’s right, we start out broken by the sin of this world.  

But we are not doomed, forced to live in our brokenness forever.  

There is hope.  God.  

We can’t fix ourselves, 

and other people may help some, 

but to be fixed entirely, we need God.  

He is the glue that will take the fragmented pieces of your life 

and put them together.  

He will hold them together.  

Yes, 

the world will still be broken,

and bad things will always happen, but you won’t be broken, 

and the world will no longer be able to break you.  

How awesome is that!  

When we let God glue the pieces together, 

we become way more valuable than we could ever imagine.

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