Let Me Be A Woman - Elisabeth Elliott

We are frail, we are fearfully and wonderfully made,Forged in the fires of human passion,Choking on the fumes of selfish rage.And with these, our hells and our heavens, so few inches apart,We must be awfully smallAnd not as strong as we think we are. - Rich Mullins

I've been to Europe. I've cherished friends in my heart. I've nibbled the chocolate and inhaled the speculoos and lingered in the beers. And still I've been broken, learning Whose I am.

The hand weights sit to the side, the coffee mug - though still warm - is empty, my eyelids sit slightly lower than fully awake, the snow will continue to be skated on, the article read, a song sung along to, a passage wept over. And I continue to break more, learning Whose I am.