It is the sound of tears falling,
Steadily, uncontrollably, but consciously;
It is a weeping, not just on the outside, and not just of grief.
It is a mixture of broken pieces,
Inside out and nothing left to hide – emptied out;
Every shard a testimony of grace and gratitude long sought.
“It’s such a relief that there’s a God who can bring dead things back to life, and who does not disdain to use broken things; For we’re all broken, just to varying degrees.” – Makafui.
“Something broken to pieces doesn’t spell its end…these pieces can be the building blocks of new and wonderful things. There’s a certain beauty and character that shows forth from that which is mended…the promise of a story, and lurking strength.” – Makafui.
Makafui's Journal 