Abba, this song had me in full-on tears this morning. I am so broken. My identity as a social worker has been ripped out of the fabric of my self-esteem.
"Here I am, God, arms wide open/Pouring out my life/Gracefully broken."
I am not sure about the graceful adjective. That doesn't describe me very well. Of course, if You pour Your grace into me until I am filled, then that would make me "grace-full." Where is my leak? It feels like I lose some grace somewhere in a subtle and hard-to-discern puncture or tear in my protective wall. (Here I sit at the Toyota dealership getting my tire, which is losing air pressure, diagnosed. This motif is on my mind.)
Plug the leak in me, Holy Spirit. Sometimes such surgical repair is painful but beneficial. I consent to the procedure! (Maybe what is happening now is the procedure. Keep my character and my heart under Your control, please.)
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