5 and a half months.
Nearly half a year.

I'm grateful that God truly is the One who restores broken things. Who rebuilds walls. Who renews ancient ruins.

Because, honestly, so far Nashville has seemed like a whole lot of broken things. Both some via my own choices and some done against me. Both in a physical sense and a spiritual sense. I've been hurt and I've hurt others. I've been down really low. I've seen the valley, on this side, here in Tennessee.

But I believe.
And if the first half of my first year in Nashville was nothing but broken things, and if God is the One who takes broken things and pieces them back together, then it looks like I've got nothing to worry about.

Advent season begins.
May I truly, truly know Jesus.