My broken branches

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.