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Over the years, I have had my share of broken hearts.
I remember the broken hearts of goals or experiences that I had worked so hard for not coming true.
I remember the broken hearts of losing those I loved through hard life circumstances.
I remember my first broken heart by a boy.
Although that broken-heart boy experience was painful at the time, its sting didn’t last long. (And thankfully, I never had any REAL heart-breaking boy moments, since my the only man I dated/loved married me.)
But at the time, that first broken heart was not awesome. It was middle school and it seemed like everybody and their sister had a boyfriend. People “went out” with each other for days and sometimes just hours at a time… It was nuts. Especially since they weren’t old enough to actually “go out” anywhere.
A middle school dance was coming up and since this long before the days of texting, I decided to ask “the boy” to “go” to the dance with me. (And by “go” I meant meet up at the gym where the dance was held and awkwardly talk to each other, maybe dancing one time.)
So I did what any middle school girl would do… I wrote a note. Just like that old George Strait song, “Check Yes or No.” I had written:
Dear ________ <—Totally not putting his name here because we only had a handful of boys in our class of 18 people and 15 years later it is slightly irrelevant)
Would you go to the dance with me?
__YES
__No
__Maybe (why I put “Maybe” as an option, I will never know)
Love,
Sharita
Pretty harmless, right? Except like the “love” struck preteen I was, I made the mistake of passing the note to him in choir. Which meant it had to travel through several dudes to get to the intended recipient.
Newsflash: Preteen boys are ruthless.
The note make it through like two guys when the third one ripped it open and read it to the entire choir of 40-something kids.
The “boy” blushed and gave me a look of disgust and I wanted to crawl in a hole and die from embarrassment.
Needless to say, my “date” to the dance was a plate of cookies and the tw0-liter bottle of pop.
Looking back, I think I was more hurt by embarrassment than the rejection. But either way, my heart broke a bit that day.
Today my heart is still broken… but for very different reasons.
ALL of our hearts are broken by sin. Unless your name is THE Jesus Christ, we all sin. And sin is a very ugly experience for our fragile hearts.
Sin is the spiritual arrow that pierces our hearts to kill. It brings spiritual death. It drains the life-blood from us.
It breaks our heart. And it breaks God’s heart.
But when it comes to our relationship with God, there is good news.
He is the best cardiologist that is, was and is yet to come. He heals our heart through unconditional love, grace, and forgiveness.
All of these things come from the blood that Christ shed for us when He did on the cross.
We are pretty good about considering this sacrifice on major holidays like Easter and Christmas. But what about right now? Today? EVERY DAY?
Have you had a heart check-up lately? What is its status? Is it pierced and hurting? Or whole and healing? How can finding Jesus in your everyday help to heal your heart on a regular basis? I always love to hear from you and read/respond to every comment. Leave one here.
Friends, I encourage you to take heart– literally. Ask God to heal the holes in your heart and protect you from the spiritual sinful arrows that threaten to pierce it.
Rejoice in Jesus in our everyday– because through him our hearts are healed.
Here’s to healing hearts,
“If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.”~Psalm 34:18 NIV
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