MY BROKEN HEART
Who knew one little phone call would shatter and leave me with a "broken-heart?" Still on September 13, 2018, my nephew called to tell me his dad was gone.
I said, "Gone where? I had just talked to him a few hours before that." He sadly said, "Aunt Judy, dad is dead." That was all it took to not only break my heart... it shattered my heart into pieces... millions of tiny little pieces!
NO WHERE TO GO
If that wasn't enough... Hurricane Florence was headed our way. And we couldn't evacuate with our son and his family because I needed oxygen.
We couldn't take the machine, it was to big and heavy with only two small tanks that would never make the journey. I learned later it took them sixteen hours for them
to get to safety.
My son who lived an hour away was now further away and my other son lived in Texas. All my other family was up north so I felt so very alone!
Neither my husband or I could take in my younger brothers death. Don had been an only child so my brothers were very close to him. We were both grieving... but separately.
GRIEF IS A JOURNEY
Grief is a journey and not everyone travels the same path. I knew my brother was with the Lord now, but I couldn't be comforted.
I didn't realize it then but God took me through some of the darkest nights I've ever had. His love enveloped me and shielded me from the harshest pain.
WORDS MEANT NOTHING
I remembered a saying, that I often spoke to those whose hearts were broken because of someone close to them dying. It was an old Irish proverb that went like this:
"Death leaves a heartache on one can heal...
Love leaves a memory that no one can steal."
Those words meant nothing to me at that moment.
GOD WILL NEVER FORSAKE YOU
A few friends tried to console me with scripture, but it was like I was watching and listening to them from far, far away. My broken and shattered heart seemed to put up a shield all around me.
It felt like nothing would ever be the same and nothing could put back all the mangled and crushed pieces... into their original places within my heart.
LIFE WITH A BROKEN HEART
It felt like nothing would ever be the same and nothing seemed to help me. It didn't feel as though the Bible verses could even help my ruptured heart.
Nonetheless, deep down I knew we don't live by our feelings, because they will be of no help. I learned early on in life, you live by facts and so I kept asking the Lord to "help me through this awful time!"
THE MANY FACES OF A BROKEN HEART
There are many tragedies that break hearts every where... every single day. Cancer strikes young and old, relationships and marriages fail, a soldier comes home with no legs, the loss of a job brings homelessness, a child who has gone astray, living with disease... there is no end to the suffering circumstances we all have to face and live with.
The faces of our injured hearts may have an outward display of tranquility and calm, but inside if we are honest... it seems as if we are hemorrhaging.
JESUS IS A FRIEND THAT NEVER LEAVES US ALONE
During a quiet midnight hour, I could almost feel the pain in Martha's voice when, after her brother Lazarus died, she said to Jesus, "Lord if only you had been here, my brother would not have died." (Paraphrased from John 11:21)
Jesus didn't try to reason with Martha or argue with her. He understood her sadness and pain. If there is something we need more than anything during painful times, it is a friend who will stay by our side, who will never leave us.
JESUS WAS THAT FRIEND TO ME!
DRAWN TO GOD
Often it is the "knives in our hearts" that drive us to God. Our convictions and hopes, our very lives, depend on Him. When our hearts are crushed, we need the Lord's help or we will never move forward.
We can persevere with knives in our hearts, ONLY when we allow God to carry us in His everlasting arms of love. He will lead us to the place where He will not only heal our pain, He will restore the injured pieces of hearts.
RESTORED WE ARE ABLE TO MOVE FORWARD
As we go through the healing process, time softens into the lovely memories we still have. And the presence of Christ Jesus helps us not only to survive... but it allows us to help others.
Yes, the tears may still fall... but overall we learn to celebrate the ordinary and the special times we had, the laughter that would move us to great and joyous times and the bond that kept us together in the first place.
ACKNOWLEDGING OUR PAIN
It is when we admit that we can not heal our fractured lives, and we fall to our knees and ask God to take over, it is then we begin to walk the long road back to an even greater spiritual health.
I'm still walking that long road and even now the tears flow freely... still I know "God is healing me and He speaks His Word to me when I am sad!"
THERE ARE TREASURES IN GOD'S WORD
These are God's Words and Its His Promises:
EXODUS 15:26 ...I am the Lord that Healeth Thee
PSALMS 107:20 He sent His Word, and He healed them, and delivered them from their destruction.
ISAIAH 55:11...God's Word will not return void it will accomplish the purpose for which it is sent.
God's Word in the Name of Jesus is more powerful than any
of our tragedies! You may need His healing touch
today, if so "Call upon our Lord God and Let's put
God's Word on our Lips Today!"
Yes! Time does help the broken, shattered heart... if and when we allow God's healing touch and to enter into it.
I Am The God That Healeth Thee - Don Moen