Broken

When your breaks fail and you’re skidding out of control…broken

When you simply can’t say no and you have given over control…broken

When you put all your eggs in one basket until it overflows…broken

When your truths are found to be false and you’re found out…broken

When you search deep to find the first love and you come out empty…broken

When you wake, weak and listless full of regret…broken

When you take a knee, bow your head, fold your hands; Lord help me, I’m broken.

An Addict’s Poem

Broken The Daily prompt

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29 Replies to “Broken”

  1. Hi Amy, I can’t help but think that the trials that God has brought us through, as terrible as they may be, are all for a purpose where we can identify, where others can’t, and how that is needed and valued by God. I sense that in your witness and it is special and it enables God to use you because of your openness and understanding. Just wanted to thank you so much for sharing as you do. Grace and blessings!

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      1. Bless your heart, Amy! I am encouraged by what The Good Lord has done for you also! 25 + years ago I would have thought it nuts that God would use things HE did for me to encourage others! HE IS SO GOOD! IT IS ALL ABOUT HIM ❤ Yet another blessing to be shown that knowledge!!

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              1. Amen, Me, too, Sweetie! Thank you! It is a battle all the time dealing with family and friends in our small town-they do not reject us -they reject the grace of God-we love them anyway- and pray for them` and witness when we are led to-I have to go to work -if you leave me a comment I will get back to you ASAP! Peace ❤

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  2. May I share an ‘eggs in two baskets’ story? Once there was a hired hand on a turkey farm. He was somewhat of a goofy guy, but he meant well. One day, he went into the forest where the turkeys had nested and collected two full baskets of eggs, each carrying at least ten dozen fertilized eggs. We were tending the garden when he approached the gate of the electric fence. He could set the eggs down and open the gate, but he did not want to place the baskets on the ground, risking an egg dropping from the over-full baskets, so he carefully stepped over the fence. He was careful, but clumsy. With one leg on either side of the fence, his foot slipped and he sat on the fence. About 250 eggs lost their chance to be turkeys as both baskets went flying when he touched the electric wire. We did not know whether to laugh or cry.

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