Broken.

I have been surrounded these last few months by broken women.
Truly broken.

I pray as I listen to their words.

Hopeless. Fearful. Angry.
Broken.

Each time I hear the voice. Quiet and distant.
Jesus.

They need Jesus.

I know it but my words stumble out and I can't seem to say it in a way that it sinks in deep and lingers.

It's not about memorizing scripture. It's not about reading the right books. It's not even about doing all the "right" things.

It's about Him.
Finding Him. Breathing Him in. Sitting with Him. Accepting Him.

How do you say that in a way that someone who doesn't know Him can truly grasp it?
Praying.