I entered into the relationship carefully, cautiously, and above all, prayerfully. I felt God leading and guiding, and so I obeyed. I chose to trust God with my heart, a heart that had already been through so much.
I loved Stephan and I allowed myself to be loved. It was good. It was beautiful, and glorifying to God. We pointed each other to Jesus and grew in God individually. But then, the relationship ended. I had never experienced heartbreak like this before. I was wrecked. I was angry, I was fearful, I was hopeful, I was confused, I felt deceived, I was grieving. I didn’t understand how I could ever recover.
It’s been a few months now. The initial shock has worn off. The anger comes less frequently. The grief still weighs on me. And I ask Jesus, why? Why did he guide me into that relationship, knowing the extreme pain I would experience from it?
Maybe you can relate. Maybe your heart is broken. Maybe you have been abandoned, betrayed, lied to, or not forgiven. Why? And what on earth do you do with your broken heart? It’s sharp and bleeding and confused!
We give our hearts to God. I’ve done this, daily, sometimes hourly, the last few months. “God,” I wrote in my journal, “I gave you my heart. You allowed it to break.” For a long time, that was where it ended. A pain-filled question. But recently, I added another line. “I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do now.”
The Lord is our strength and our shield. My broken heart is choosing to trust in him. Today, let’s ask God for help. Let’s praise him, even if it is only a whisper. And let’s continue to give our broken hearts to God. Because, dear one, he is not done with your heart or mine, no matter the wounds or the scars.
Lord, thank you for walking with me through this heartbreak. I don’t understand, but I trust that you have a plan, and I am waiting with hope to see what you do next.
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