I was broken.

My dad’s life was spiraling out of control. He was slowly being overtaken by drugs and the person I once knew was non-existent under the man of addiction. His eyes were heavy, his body was sick, his mind was lost. Sent to live with my mom and a step-dad full of violence, things weren’t much better. Then I met him, he would fix everything, right? He would be my saving grace, the one I would find rescue from my messed up life. I would marry him and we would be happy forever.
 

It didn’t work that way. The pieces of my heart were scattered and I had no idea who I was or if I ever could discover who I was meant to be. I had put on a show, I held it all together for everyone around me, but I was far from together. I went off to college and God met me with all the pieces of my broken life and said, “My grace is sufficient for you.”
 

He picked me up in my weakness, He picked me up in my brokenness, and He didn’t forsake me. He stretched out His hand towards me and said all I needed to do was be willing to break down the walls that I built and He would be enough for me.
 

I broke down those walls that night. I continued to break them down as the days went by and I realized that He was enough. He was all I needed. No boy could measure up to Him. Nothing here on earth would be adequate to fill that space that only He could fill. Only he was sufficient enough for me.
 

“Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me.”

2 Corinthians 12:9