We have all had a dream shattered.  If we are blessed to grow old, we will experience many broken hearts.  Some of them will be a mere fracture.  Others will be a clean break and then some of them will be shattered.  When I think of my brokenness,  some days it feels as if my heart has been mended with white craft glue and the bond is a little shaky.  Some days the repairs seems firm and the glue appears clear as if it has dried completely.  Not today.

God’s word tells me He is close to the brokenhearted and assures me Jesus came to heal our broken hearts.  I am discovering my healing comes bit by bit in a process that often moves slower than I want.  Beth Moore, author and Bible teacher has said that “God is never late but He sure misses many opportunities to be early.”  Amen Beth.  Some days I feel He is not the early bird.  I question the process. 


Psalm 56:8

Last night as sleep eluded me I was reminded beautifully in song that I belong to God and He belongs to me.  As tears streamed down my cheeks I felt God’s presence.  Why are tears so healing?  Psalm 56:8 may contain my answer.  “You keep track of all my sorrows.  You have collected all my tears in Your bottle.  You have recorded each one in Your book.”  Every tear I cry moves God into action. 


I yearn to discover a formula for quick healing.  It would be neat and tidy to list a four step process on moving forward from hurt.  I would list them for you in a post and all of us would be ever so happy and probably shallow.  Growth does seem to come in the valley doesn’t it?  I must never forget how far I have come.  At one time the pieces were strewn haphazardly across my life.  Not today

Until we visit again,
Live blessed
Carmen