Last night, as I was drying a casserole dish, it slipped from my hands, and fell to the floor. As I stood there watching it break into tiny little pieces, I started to cry. It reminded me of my broken heart, shattered little pieces laying everywhere. Sometimes, I feel like I am broken beyond repair. But, I know, God will get out His precious tools, and fix me up. Life is hard, but, that can be a good thing. The harder it gets, the tougher I become. God has prepared me for the battles. Brokeness has left many scars, but, remember the scars upon Jesus?? I consider myself to be in good company.