Throughout my 49 years of living, my heart has been broken many times. For various reasons of course: bullies in the school yard, teenage boyfriends, sexual abuse by my stepfather, death of my best friend, momma, and big brother. And, then I have had to deal with a broken body in the last few years. Diabetes has really beaten me up. It has affected my vision, heart, digestive system, legs, feet, hands, and on, and on. Then, in 2011, I had several mini strokes, and then a big one. Of course, that was a brain trauma, and I know that several brain cells died. They will never grow back. Your brain is one place that regeneration does not take place. My brain suffered, but I am still me. I am not broken, beyond repair. I look at it this way, my brain got all shook up. Things were rearrainged, like when you move your furniture around. Hey, I was never a genius to begin with. I was just someone who was totally in love with her husband, family, friends, and of course my Father God. That has not, nor will it ever change. I was broken by the Potter, so He could do a makeover on me. I am truly blessed.