I am aware of my broken pieces. I know what pulls at the sleeves of my patience and what triggers my insecurity. I recognize my propensity towards perfectionism and where I’m prone to apathy. And where there is my sin, there is me: desperately trying to determine the source of those broken pieces to hopefully, eventually, fix myself. If I could just be more selfless, then I would be more present to my husband. If I could just be less controlling, then I would stop turning my day into a task list. If I could just be more patient, then