The Beauty of the Mess

Struggles of an Author

Sometimes I feel trapped in this box of pressure to find the perfect companion, but there is no such thing. Simply because no human is perfect. We are all messed up and broken. I have conversations all the time with friends about how we are physically broken – torn ligaments, missing cartilage in knees, stuff that we probably should consider getting the surgical treatment for but choose to not. I wonder what would happen if we talked about other kinds of brokenness, because we are all broken. In every sense of the word – WE ARE BROKEN.

If we were not broken, then there would not be a need for Jesus. He came to fix our brokenness. Because of this, why do we place so much pressure on finding “the one”? I am just as guilty as the next of saying “I am looking for the perfect one for me”…

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