I Am Not Unbroken

I am not unbroken because of my:
sexuality
marital status
parental style
education
career
income
house
car
parents
grandparents
personality
genetics
acceptance
rejection
agreement
disagreement
politics
vote
choice
freedom
church
worldview 
race
reflection

I am simply broken.
Incomplete.
In need of mending.
In need of redemption.
In need of perfection, I do not contain or desire.
In need of someone who loves me as I am, where I am.
In need of someone who holds my face, kisses away my tears, and tells me I'm wrong when I think I'm right.
In need of someone who pulls me close and assures me all can and will be made new again.
In need of unbroken.  
In need of a Savior.

My heart turns away from the jagged shards and fully faces the One who doesn't deal in band-aids or messy stitches, evidenced by futile attempts at fixing.  

Nope.

He heals with hands covered in blood—blood that binds, seals, and protects.  

I am not unbroken.  You can plainly see the scars.

But I am redeemed, repurposed, and revived.
Revealed.
Day by Day.
Inch by Inch.
Refined by fire to look less—broken,
And more like the One who makes all things whole.

Moving with Scribbles, 
Amanda