I’ve thought a lot about brokenness this year. Calling myself “broken” is something someone close to me has taken great exception to in our conversations. “I’m not broken,” she’s said more than once. “I’m whole just the way I am.” Her pushback gives me pause, causing me to reconsider the language I use. Still, even after deep reflection, I respond with a quiet resolve: “Well, I am broken.” Truth is, my life is far from the ideal I hoped for,... Read more