I bow

I bow at the feet of Jesus.

I am broken and unworthy. I am a sinner who does not learn from her mistakes; I stumble over the same hurdles repeatedly.

I bow at the feet of Jesus, who takes my broken pieces and fits them back together the way he designed them to go. He brushes of the dirt and dust as if it were never there. He heals me over and over again, and each time he does it as if it is the first time, because he has forgotten every one before.

I bow at the feet of Jesus, who takes my broken, dirty pieces and uses them for his glory.

What's up with you?