I snapped in the same way a branch breaks off a tall, tall tree. But it was not the kind of break created quickly by a gusty storm. It was the kind of break caused slowly by the weight of winter snow. Either the weight grew to be too much, or I was never strong enough in the first place.
Now I lay broken.
What does brokenness feel like to you?
"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken spirit and a contrite heart, O God, you will not despise."
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