I'm a broken woman in so many ways. I was broken before I came to Christ. I was broken before I got married. God has broken me after I walked down the aisle and He has broken me while I've been walking The Narrow Path.
I'm broken.....and I'm okay with that. However, I didn't always feel that way!
So as I write this post to you, dear friend, I write it as a broken vessel; one who is fully acquainted with:
- pain
- rejections
- persecutions
- rejections
- physical limitations
- heartaches
- rejections
- failures
- depression
- despair
- and oh, I can't forget....rejections!
I'm a walking scar and I know it. Although my scars don't define me, they have shaped me.
But.....I'm transformed, made whole, and embraced by the One Who is Defined by His Scars.
So I get it. I get the hurting, the fear of the unknown, the disappointments, as well as the insecurities that one faces.
So this brings me to The Broken Husband whom I'm discussing today. If you've missed my prior posts in this series of Helping Your Husband to Lead, you can start here.
But.....I'm transformed, made whole, and embraced by the One Who is Defined by His Scars.
So I get it. I get the hurting, the fear of the unknown, the disappointments, as well as the insecurities that one faces.
So this brings me to The Broken Husband whom I'm discussing today. If you've missed my prior posts in this series of Helping Your Husband to Lead, you can start here.


















