One last point. Remember that, as I said, the right direction leads not only to peace but to knowledge. When a man is getting better, he understands more and more clearly the evil that is still left in him. When a man is getting worse, he understands his own badness less and less. A moderately bad mans knows he is not very good; a thoroughly bad man thinks he is all right. This is common sense really. You understand sleep when you are awake, not while you are sleeping.So then it seems I am getting better
for each day I see more of my imperfection.
As His hand works filling chips
I notice my brokeness
in ways deeper, more profound.
May I not, all at once
view myself as whole
only to find myself
more shattered than before.
I pray each day
for more surrender
each day to trust
more of the pieces to His care.
In imperfect brokeness
I am more truly His.
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