Our flaws are the hidden fault lines, submerged beneath the surface, at which the frictions of life gnaw into implosion. They are also the lines on which God chooses to work, piecing together the bits of us that were broken long ago, and lay broken. So we live on each day, struggling and surrendering, in hope of his mind's vision inching to perfection - or perhaps returning to a primitive memory- that the earth was once whole. That you and I were once made whole. Once, the plates were not fractured, our hopes were not inundated, our hearts were not raw from loss, our strength did not fail us.
