When I open my email and see the prayer requests, my heart breaks. When I sit in a funeral home with a hurting family, my heart breaks. When a sister texts me she just needs help, my heart breaks.
Oh Lord, You have me beautifully broken.
You hear every cry. You hear every plea. You weep when we weep, mourn when we mourn.
Lord, please teach us. Lord, show us who You are. Give us one piece of Your peace as we walk this world beautifully broken for You, carrying this treasure in these jars of clay.
Lord, You are the most beautifully broken of us all and may we learn to love and to live like You.
Thank You, Jesus. We love You.