Arise my darling, my beautiful one, and follow Me.

-Song of Songs 2:10














Sunday, January 22, 2012

Twisting Hearts





Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.
-James 5:16




When we hurt, there is no greater pain than the twisting of our hearts. That constant heaviness sitting on our soul. We crumble. We shatter. We are swallowed in a darkness that hammers at our heads.

It is difficult to understand. Almost impossible to bear. We cannot, do not, want to face it alone.

And it is in this time of complete misery and suffering that words disappear, and our only communication comes through a river of tears and a silence that speaks more profoundly than any other form of speech. We did not know how fast we could fall.

Brokenness. An aching hole in our chest. The more we know, the less we really understand. Why things happen as they do. Why our hearts get mangled. Why we feel completely helpless.

There is no fast road to recovery. There is no slow road, either. We seem to move backwards and questions keep piling up. Overwhelmed is minor in comparison. We are anchored in place with no wind in our sails. And when we seek direction, we are met with a deafening unknown.

We can do nothing else but throw ourselves into the trust, that gut wrenching, self-denial devotion that God IS in control. That He is with us, in this, even when He feels a thousand miles away. It is hard, it is unbelievable, but we must know that He is here, and that when every shred of our heart is sliced and scattered through our body, we take great pains in uttering two words from the depths of our soul:

Jesus. Healing.

Pray for one another. When we are shattered, the earth stands still and we are left on our knees in the debris of our disappointment. But when we rise, however long it may take, He is there, holding out His arms to lift us up and sweep away our ashes.


Prayer:
Father, I have no words to speak. I am broken. I am helpless. And so hurting. For myself, but for others involved. Please, Lord. Healing. Healing in so many ways, in all that I have not spoken. Jesus, I am calling on You to help and heal, to open up eyes and hearts in understanding. Remove me from the wreckage and into Your comfort and healing embrace. Amen.

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