You know my pain Lord. You know the hurt deep inside. You know everything about me. With your hands you gently crafted me, in your image, with purpose. Yet I feel like such a broken vessel, not able to hold anything. With your hands, the hands that crafted me, you pick up the pieces of my life. One by one you put them together, holding them in place according to your plan. Pieces still remain. I am not yet complete, not yet whole. Just hold me together, Lord. Thank you Lord that you still value me, count me worthy, even in my broken state.
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For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. – Psalm 139:13-14 (NASB)