There is beautiful in the broken as they are held and loved by the One who has been bruised, battered and torn Himself.
With broken strides and limping soul we find our way to that secret place where the weary find rest.
And in that walled place where thorns press our eyes begin to see through the lens of grace as a needy soul is refreshed like dry land after the rain.
He loves us in our broken and fragile state. And He sees us beautiful.