I have a page a day calendar written by Geneen Roth related to her book Women, Food and God. Her entry for today says “I ask my students to remember their own children and how they come into the world already gorgeous and utterly deserving of love. They nod their heads. They realize that brokenness is learned, not innate, and that their work is to find their way back to what is already whole.”
I agree that children come into the world already gorgeous and utterly deserving of love.
Yet I feel broken.
Do I feel broken because people or events broke me?
Or do I feel broken because someone told me I was broken?
I need to start believing that I am not broken.











