brokenness.

I told someone to have a nice day. With sorrow in her voice, she replied quietly, "it's hard being broken when you're alone."
Her words connected with my heart. They rang in my ears. I wanted to remember those words. They were said with such feeling. She felt the pain, and it still seemed so raw.
She used to be happy. She used to be a strong woman. But grief can do so much to a soul.
The words were haunting. I wanted to remember, because they were so real. I quickly wrote the phrase on my arm, as a reminder for the day.
I should have offered hope. Hope in Jesus Christ. Life can be hard. Life does seem broken. But Jesus is a healer of scars. He is a life-giver. And He created each of us to enjoy life and to share real life with those around us.