I was recently having a conversation with a friend. We were talking about various topics and somehow we started talking about being broken. It got me thinking about my own life and the journey I have been on for the last decade. I have had some minor successes but it was through the tragedies or setbacks in my life that I was truly transformed.
Over that time frame I have experienced broken relationships, a miscarriage, illness, the death of a spouse, and the death of my mother. The culmination of these events cut me open and left me on my knees crying out to God. I was weak, broken, damaged, and hemorrhaging. It brought me to the edge of a darkness that I had not experienced before. It was through those trials that I realized I was weak, broken, damaged, and hemorrhaging.