I may have discovered this truth because of saying yes to all the things foster care brought into our lives but it’s the core truth to every relationship. In order to serve those that I love well, I first have to see my own brokenness. If I want to reach my neighbors down the street or the co-worker who ignores me or the birth parents of a child just taken into foster care I have to be humble enough to see the cracks in my own heart. It’s the hardest fight to be in. To want to be weakened for our own good. To trust in a strength that isn’t ours but that is given to us through Jesus. A friend of mine always talks about how fruit is produced by the pruning of our branches. How have you seen this play out in your life?