One fabulous Thinker

  I know what it feels like to be broken in places you didn't even know could break. I know what it's like to carry wounds you didn't choose to have moments, words, or people leave marks so deep that even years later, something small can send you right back there. A tone of voice. A certain look. A familiar feeling in the room. I've been there.  And by the grace of God,  only  by His grace, I'm further along than I once was.  Not because the pain wasn't real. It was. But because I met a God who was willing to go into those broken places with me and do what I could not do for myself.   "Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me, and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise." Jeremiah 17:14   That prayer, I know it. I've prayed it in the dark, in the quiet, in the moments when I had no other words. And He answered. That kind of healing, the kind that costs you something, the kind that requires you to stay in the r...