I’ve been thinking.

I remember telling my counselor. My chooser is broken.  I keep picking these yucky people.

What if the broken thing is me?  

Jesus, I want to be true to You and myself.  Us.  Together.  💘

Like a plumb line.  Or an exclamation mark.  A statement.  Complete.

Not like a plug-in or a question mark.  

Looking for 💘 in the right places

Healed.  Whole.  Pouring out good things out of the good You have stored up in me.

😍 🙏 😍

Getting fixed

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