In the relinquishing of independence, I discovered community. My brokenness gave me connection, relationship. I thought asking for help was an admission of weakness.
Instead, I discovered it a declaration of strength. Like King Jehoshaphat, it was the laying down of my crown that I finally found my place.
Our God is a refuge for the broken, not a shelf for the display of the shiny. No more pride for those who have it all together, or shame for those who don't.
Only stripped-bare humility, crowns on the ground. Together.
Michele Cushatt, Undone - A Story of Making Peace with an Unexpected Life
