And then…

Oh how you have wronged me and made me lowly. I have a weight upon my chest that is crushing my very life. Ripping joy from my inner most depths and making a spectacle to all who would cast their eyes upon me. I am broken

And then, God!

He took what was broken and prideful and turned it into something of value. He mended the heart, soul and life that could not be mended. He returns joy where there is none. One thing He left though, He continued to make me a spectacle to all who cast their eyes upon me, so that they might know. I am His.

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