Surrender.

There is brokenness in all of us. 

Tiny fractures that beg to be mended, and we are forever searching for ways to mend them. 

To piece back together parts of us that are nothing more then the result of a fallen world. 

We strive to remain whole or to hide that we are not, from those who are also not. 

We strive to hold to our innocence until our knuckles are so white they begin to numb. 

We place it all upon ourselves until we buckle under the weight of it. 

When from the moment of our first breathe we were tainted. 

We could never have earned any if it. 

We never stood a chance from the beginning. 

We cannot piece ourselves back together with anything this world has to offer. 

We are born into brokenness. 

Our only hope for cleansing comes from throwing ourself in a million different pieces into the one who made every single piece of us with His very hands. 

Who with a single breathe created and with a single breath can create again. 

We must give ourselves to him. 

We must allow him to move over every bit of us. 

We must surrender. 

And we must do it over and over again.