We are all broken but God is GREATER in our brokenness
I'm not brave. And then I was. I was so weak. But there was God's grace. It was a fight. Tears, yelling, running, stillness, laughing, vomit, fear, waiting, hoping .... All of it was a part of the fight. It was messy. I don't like messy and then I was weak and I don't like being weak....