by BlondieWrites on August 27, 2009
Hearts get broken. It’s one of the things that we face in life. Whether our hearts are broken by the loss of a loved one through death, a breakup with a boyfriend or girlfriend, a marriage shattered by cheating, a divorce, the loss of a friend… a broken heart hurts. Where once was a heart filled with joy and love is a heart that is torn, shattered, broken, in dispair. Then we are left wondering how to go on, what to do, how to make it through each day.
There is no doubt that a broken heart leaves a person also broken. Often after a broken heart, we don’t want to try again, we don’t want to have a reason to go on, we see only more hurt in the future if we trust again or open our hearts up again. Often we just give up. Our lives become not living, but a mere existance.
Having a broken heart isn’t the end, though. It doesn’t mean life is over. It does mean hurt, yes. It does mean pain, yes. Loss and grief do hurt! But I am here to tell you that there is hope, there is reason to go on, there is reason to start over, there is reason to live and be happy again.
God heals hearts! He doesn’t promise us we won’t go through pain and grief and sorrow. But He does promise to never leave us. A broken heart can be mended, and it can be healed. God is the Great Healer. He can fill our hearts again with joy and laughter and happiness. We just have to open up to Him and let Him in. And where He is, there will also Love be.
When the trials of life get us down, we have somewhere to turn. We can turn to God. When we put our hearts out there loving and caring, and our hearts get broken, God is there to put us back together again, to heal us, to make us whole again.
This life isn’t perfect. And things are going to happen that tear at our hearts. There is just no getting away from that in this life. Accidents happen, death calls, people leave us, people use us, people hurt us… hearts get broken. But if we let God lead us, if we trust in God, if we allow Him to heal us, He will heal our hearts.
I know that God heals hearts, because He has healed mine. I didn’t do it. No human did it. God healed my heart and he will heal yours too. Just let Him in.
by BlondieWrites on August 22, 2009
Lord, prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for You
It is you, Lord
Who came to save
The heart and soul
Of every man
It is you Lord
Who knows my weakness,
Who gives me strength,
With thine own hand.
Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and Holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for you
Lead me on Lord
From temptation
Purify me
From within
Fill my heart with
Your Holy Spirit
Take away all my sin
Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for You
by BlondieWrites on August 21, 2009
An old missionary couple had been working in Africa for years and was returning to New York to retire. They had no pension; their health was broken; they were defeated, discouraged, and afraid. They discovered they were booked on the same ship as President Teddy Roosevelt, who was returning from one of his big-game hunting expeditions.
No one paid any attention to them. They watched the fanfare that accompanied the President’s entourage, with passengers trying to catch a glimpse of the great man. As the ship moved across the ocean, the old missionary said to his wife, “Something is wrong.”
“Why should we have given our lives in faithful service for God in Africa all these many years and have no one care a thing about us? Here this man comes back from a hunting trip and everybody makes much over him, but nobody gives two hoots about us.”
“Dear, you shouldn’t feel that way,” his wife said. “I can’t help it, it doesn’t seem right,” he said to his wife. When the ship docked in New York, a band was waiting to greet the President. The mayor and other dignitaries were there. The papers were full of the President’s arrival.
No one noticed this missionary couple. They slipped off the ship and found a cheap flat on the East Side, hoping the next day to see what they could do to make a living in the city.
That night the man’s spirit broke. He said to his wife, “I can’t take this; God is not treating us fairly.” His wife replied, “Why don’t you go in the bedroom and tell that to the Lord?”
A short time later he came out from the bedroom, but now his face was completely different. His wife asked, “Dear, what happened?”
“The Lord settled it with me,” he said. “I told him how bitter I was that the President should receive this tremendous homecoming, when no one met us as we returned home. And when I finished, it seemed as though the Lord put his hand on my shoulder and simply said … But you’re not home yet!”
by BlondieWrites on May 9, 2009
There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them.
One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.
The other picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell, in which lightening played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.
But when the King looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest … perfect peace.
Which picture do you think won the prize?
The King chose the second picture.
Do you know why?
“Because,” explained the King, “peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.”
