Every once in a while, I have to humble myself to the point that I admit I just simply can't do it anymore. "It" being life. It hurts too much and it just seems to heavy. This has been a really difficult week and a half. If I remember correctly, every day for my half hour commute has been spent trying to dry the tears so that I can drive. Every morning during that drive was spent pleading with my Father in Heaven to forgive me my lack of understanding and patience. All while trying to know what the spirit is trying to teach me.

There have been days that I didn't think I could go to school and put on a happy face. I just didn't have the know how or strength to cope. I have longed to sit with a sister and ball like a baby and have had to hold back. I have yearned to go to the farm and spend time with my very wise father, but even that wasn't possible. I ache to sit in grandmas house and have her tell me that all will be okay because she received that witness. Yet every day passes the same. I get up, cry, drive and cry and pray, get to me classroom and cry some more, then wipe my eyes and pretend that life is good and teach my students.

What it all boils down to is that I am broken. Sometimes, my heart literally feels like it is in a million different pieces. It hurts so bad that I feel that need to hold it in place while trying to stop the tears. Even though I am broken, I am reminded of the love my Heavenly Father has for me when I hear this song or think of the lyrics.


Broken souls that need His mending
Broken hearts for offering
I believe that God loves broken things

And yet our broken faith, our broken promises
Sent love to the cross
And still, that broken flesh, that broken heart of His
Offers us such grace and mercy
Covers us with love undeserving

This broken soul that cries for mending
This broken heart for offering
I'm convinced that God loves broken me

Praise His name, my God loves broken things.

And with that I end with the hope that God will continue to love this broken daughter of His.