{From my daughter...be encouraged...}
I was fifteen years old the first time I felt my heart break. Really break. The kind of pain that makes you want to crawl into the fetal position on the floor and die. It was also the first time I realized that the Bible wasn’t just a bunch of old stories and that it could actually…gasp!...speak into my life. My friend’s mom sent me a flower with this verse attached during my teenage heartache and it touched me deeply:
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3
Flash forward twenty-one years when I found myself in yet another wanting-to-crawl-in-a-hole-and-die heartbreak and my mom sent me this verse and it spoke into my very core:
“Because with lies you have made the heart of the righteous sad, whom I [God] have not made sad…” Ezekiel 13:22
And then, this morning my Bible fell open to the words of Jesus, “He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted.” To literally “bind up” the broken heart. And this is what blows my mind: Jesus came to heal, to bind up, our broken heart no matter the cause. Read this sentence again. Slowly.
He didn’t break it. He didn’t hurt it. He didn’t make us sad. No. He is the only One who can and will truly heal our heart simply because of who He is and His love for us. Anything else is just a temporary fix.
No matter what broke your heart: be it family members, best friends, worldly accidents, people, a spouse, an ex, whatever… Jesus is the One who can heal you.
So let Him.
Written by Dayspring Boldt Broxton
