Broken: violently separated into parts.
**Warning** May be the longest blog I’ve ever written. “Why do things break?” is all my mind can think of lately. While making myself some bomb garlic avocado toast in the kitchen today, I overheard the tv blaring from the family room. I don’t normally watch Dr. Oz and instantly thought when I heard the show come on I was going to quickly turn the tv off when I was done in the kitchen. As I finished up my toast, something he was describing caught my attention. It quickly brought that familiar thought into my head, “Why do things break?”. There I stood, dead in my tracks, thinking to myself that if our bodies didn’t “break down” (get sick or battle a life threatening illness) was there would be no need for doctors. That thought spiraled a whole other set of thoughts, but one that stood out was, “Why can’t everything just stay perfect and unbroken in any way?”! I started to think about where I am right now in life..... As loud as day, I heard very clearly this: “You ...