Why He Breaks Me
Okay, it's been awhile. I have a problem. I think these half-thoughts, and I'm like "Oh yes I should blog about that." Then, I don't. And I tell ya what, I frustrate myself so much. So this is like three months' worth of my half-thoughts. Good luck. I've been really into Sidewalk Prophets over the last couple months. Seriously, I am a fan. There's just something about them. Anyway, their song "Keep Making Me" has been popular over the last year or so, and recently I've started actually listening to the lyrics. [[you know, instead of just singing them at the top of my lungs in my car with the windows rolled down]]. Each verse starts with essentially a request to God: "Make me broken, so I can be healed... Make me empty, so I can be filled... Make me lonely, so I can be Yours." Like wait. Hold up. Make me what? None of those sound all that great to me. I mean the results do. But can't I be healed, filled and His