He came broken.
I thought I could heal him.
He had walls.
I thought I could climb them.
He had no hope.
I thought I could fill him.
I broke from trying.
Then I loved him.
He was still broken.
He still had walls.
He was still hopeless.
Then I knew.
Only God could heal him.
Only God could climb those walls.
Only God could give him hope.
Then I gave him to God.
And I love him.
Tina D. Stephens
Author of “The Common Hours”
Tina D. Stephens 
Beautiful, makes my eyes water
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