01/06/2026
I used to think my brokenness disqualified me.
I thought what was done to me, what I went through, what I survived… meant I was too damaged for God to truly use.
But I was wrong.
God doesn’t waste broken pieces.
He doesn’t erase the story—He redeems it.
I have lived through things I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Things that tried to silence me, shame me, and bury me in places no one could see.
But what I didn’t understand then… is that God was still there in it.
Not approving of the harm—but present in the survival.
And now I see it clearly:
What the enemy meant to destroy me with, God is rebuilding me with.
The cracks didn’t disqualify me—they became the places His light got in.
I’m not “fixed” in the way people think of fixed.
I’m being rebuilt.
And I’m learning that God is not afraid of broken pieces.
He specializes in them.
So if you feel shattered right now—don’t assume your story is over.
God is not done with what’s been broken.
He builds testimonies out of what others discard.
And He still does miracles with fragments.