struggling with increasing pain
feeling the weight of incompleteness
and mourning my lack of ability to do
much of what I feel called to do
I poured out my heart
to the One Who already knows
opening my journal and picking up my pen, He replied
I need your broken pieces, don't apologize for them.
I could have kept you whole but I Am rebuilding.
Do not despise the days of waiting
for My work to be completed
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