This was going to be an Instagram post, but it got to long and I realized just how much this topic has been sitting on my heart lately. It's been over five years since my now sister-in-law then brother's girlfriend brought me this adorable mug. I asked her stop and pick something up a Walmart for me one day and she showed up with my thread, chocolate, and this mug. Years later it broke but I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. So I found another purpose for it. Broken but useful. Its brokenness changed it's purpose, but not its ability to be used. There is a lesson in this. For me. For all of us. Our church has been doing a series on 1 Corinthians the past few months and the past two weeks have had a overriding theme. Broken but useful. And my heart aches at this. I understand broken. I understand it all too well. Useful gets complicated for me. When I first came face to face with depression I lived in a culture that judged harshly. I was crit...