We all have days when we get up out of bed on the wrong side, feel plagued by self-doubt, look in the mirror and wonder who that person really is staring back at us. We may ask the question: Am I significant? Do I really matter? I’m talking here about our self-image―the way we feel…
Peering past the worn edges through the stacks and stickiness left behind from the words that fell long ago. Yet their residue still remains, smearing the surface and disfiguring the distant image below. Over the cracks and shards of brokenness that lay hidden underneath. At a glance it is a mosaic pieced together from everyone…