FRAGILE

me.

a fight broke out across the street last night. five minutes later, i happened to be checking on how my laundry was drying when i looked out the window. nurses were lifting a man on a stretcher into an ambulance. fragile. life.

an email from my mom: "your childhood friend has cancer. call her asap." i'm rattled. every fiber of my being wants to leave here and be there with her. with the rest of our friends. tell me again what i'm doing here? fragile. faith.

after dinner, a couple friends playfully tease me. not much really. but their words sting nonetheless. fragile. heart.

this is me. fragile. broken. hurting. but somehow, because of Christ, that is not the end of the story.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
~2 Corintians 4:7~