I should have come with a warning label. 'FRAGILE: HANDLE WITH CARE'
No one cared. I was worthless, a damned soul. No prince was going to save this damsel in distress. Me, the worthless, damned damsel in distress.
I was practically dead, so worn down and broken. My life was shattered, like the fragments of a mirror. It was a puzzle, nothing made sense. I was Humpty Dumpty; nobody could piece me together again.
Except, someone did.
You Lord, O God, Lover of my soul. You found me; as dirty and weak and ugly as I was, and you took me in. You carried the broken pieces of me. You carried me gently into Your light.
And I've never been the same.