In God's garden of grace, even broken branches bear fruit.
I'm a broken branch.
One day, probably soon, Josiah is going to realize this.
Right now...when he looks at me he sees:
Dad - provider. Dad - comforter. Dad- caretaker.
One day he'll see so much more.
.....but that's OK
because I live in God's garden of grace.
Keep looking, Josiah.