Break my heart…

Break my heart for what breaks yours….

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The truth is that if God did that it would not just be our hearts that were broken. We would be broken people. Our minds would be filled with the horrific things that flood our newspapers and television screens. We hear about the dreadful things that happen around the world; murders, kidnappings, natural disasters, poverty, abuse,  suicides, the list is endless. God not only hears about it, He SEES it. We can only imagine the aftermath of those things but God actually sees it. He sees the homes destroyed because of  earthquakes and forest fires. He sees the people who have lost everything. He sees people dying because they have not eaten for weeks, or even months. He sees children who are trying to come to terms with the horrible things they have been through. He sees the people who have felt as though life was too much for them and those that are left behind. He sees those who remain after a life has been cut short through human feelings and actions.

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God sees all these things yet He still loves us all. He loves the people who murder, the people who take others away from their loved ones. He loves those who hurt others.

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God is God and He is strong enough to take on the pain and suffering of this world. We are not! God can endure the evil because He is not human. We never could. That is why He takes on all the bad. He does it so we do not have to. His heart breaks so that ours can remain whole. To me, that is true love.

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106/365: Writing

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106/365: Writing — In order to state the obvious; I love writing. I love that you can spill your thoughts and your secrets, your pain and your happiness onto paper. I love that paper has no voice to argue back with you, or to tell you that you are wrong or stupid or silly for feeling the way you do. Paper listens and will never answer back. Writing for me is therapy. Once I have spent a good hour or so writing I feel so much better. On the rare occasions that I look in the drawers in my bedroom I find pages upon pages of things I have written when I was younger. Secrets I have never shared with any human being. Thoughts that I have been to scared to share with anyone. Pain I have felt that nobody could understand. Writing keeps me sane. Writing sets me free.

100/365: Children

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100/365: Children — I believe children are gifts from God. I can imagine being a parent is a privilege. However I know that children can make the lives of their parents or guardians difficult. My evidence? Me. I have not been the best child; I have messed up, got things wrong, let my parents down. But they still love me. I think that takes strength. One day I hope I am blessed with a child. I believe I have been taught well in being a parent.

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98/365: Bed

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98/365: Bed — I adore my bed! I like having the space to spread out or to curl up. My bed has been there through my trials and tears. I love nothing more than getting into bed after a long, tiring day and falling sleep.

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Dear Lord…

I know that You love me more than anyone else ever will. I am learning to love myself and to see myself the way You do. I know that You will never leave me to fend for myself. I trust in Your promises, the promises of protection and provision of strength to the weak. In my weakness I know that You are strong. Your strength and love carries me from one moment to the next. You are my peace when the storms threaten to steer me of course. You will never fail me, Your love will never fail me. I know that whatever happens in this life, I will not be alone. You are so good to me despite my failings, despite my shortcomings and imperfections. You are always good and that cannot change. You cannot be changed. I can be changed and I have been. Your love has changed me. Your longing for me has changed my life. You have called me by name. I am Yours and You are mine.

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95/365: Alive

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95/365: Alive — Yesterday I wrote about the burial of Jesus. I finished saying that death could not beat Him. Today Christians remember that on the third day Jesus rose from the dead. He defeated the grave. He is alive. I believe that He lives inside of me. I thank God often that Jesus died and rose again. It is by His grace and mercy that I am free. Through the death and resurrection of Jesus my sins are forgiven and I have eternal life.

He said to them “Thus it is written, that the Christ would suffer and rise again from the dead the third day.” (Luke 24 verse 26)