Today I imagined my world without a Savior...

I sat through my very last lecture in a psychosocial nursing class, the discourse covering eating disorders. I've always wondered what my life would look like without Jesus, and I can't help but wonder if I would be in this place:

Shriveled
heart and
spirit scarred by
years of trying to
please the girl in the
MIRROR

Who
is she?
the image of
the tempests storming her
life barely filling out her
REFLECTION

Control
insufficiently attained
through counted calories
and lost pant sizes
while hollow, haunted eyes scream
HELP

Are you ever just aware of the pain consuming the world spinning around you? I am broken by the breaking I see, knowing that the Healer is waiting, arms outstretched, to be called upon.

Oh the joy, to be a Broken in the hands of the Healer...to then be a Restored that can be cracked by the hurts of more Brokens...so that the light of the Healer can illuminate and restore them too.

Are you cracked by the hurting world around you?