I was wrong. All this time.
I thought it was me who was broken but it isn't so. You broke Yourself so that I wouldn't have to live broken. I have been living as though I am the broken one, but that is not the case. You allowed for yourself to be broken. To be torn. To be misshapen. So that I may be made whole. Thank You. I must learn to live in that. To run toward those who think they are beyond repair. I must learn to run to them and show them that they need not worry any longer. They were fixed before they even took their first breath. Sometimes I try to mix my own yeast into this dough of life but it's not worth it. All that I need is in You. Thank You.
I deserve none of this but You broke Yourself and became nothing so that I could be something.