Sweetly Broken

I used to pride myself on never crying. I cry a lot easier these days.

I've thought it's because I'm raw inside. But now I think it's because I've been healed: I empathize now like I never have. Maybe a whole heart is a broken one. Wouldn't Jacob, the man who was broken, agree?

I don't expect to cry over these things, but I do: Irena Sendler and the children she saved from the Nazi camps. The obituaries in the local paper because they are written by people who are hurting. The surrogate mama who chose life for her little one. Les Mis...the entire movie because of my suffering and pain and divine forgiveness that I can extend.

Sweetly broken; wholly surrendered. Isn't He good?