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.
😍 🙏 😍
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