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Hope for the Broken Hearted


English: Broken Love Heart bandage
English: Broken Love Heart bandage (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Romantic love…the stuff of books, poems, songs and legend. Why does this topic merit so much attention? What is it about love between two people that generates so much, well…emotion? It’s the thing that many of us search our whole lives trying to obtain, yet it is elusive. It’s the thing that many of us fall into…with no warning or preparation. It’s the thing that poets, artists and musicians try to convey in their works, yet never quite get it right…because love is too big. It is too difficult for us to describe in our finite states. We cannot comprehend love because it isn’t human to love…it is divine.

That desire that we have to be in communion with another…that longing for physical touch and intimacy…that need to be needed…those aren’t accidental. We were designed to desire. We were created to caress. We were made to mate. Literally. It’s in our DNA to procreate, but that’s not all. The ultimate example of love that our Creator bestowed upon us, was not just the desire to make more humans, but the JOY and PLEASURE in doing so. The downside of all that joy and pleasure is heartbreak and pain when the love that we express to someone else is unrecquited.

But there is hope.

I have had my heart broken many times, I’m sad to say. The first time, I literally thought I would die from the pain. So heavy was my heart that I feared ever loving again, because I didn’t think that my little organ could handle the pain of another disappointment. But eventually…I dared to love again. And when that love didn’t last, my heart was again broken, but somehow less so. I hadn’t loved any less. I hadn’t lost any less. But my heart was better prepared and quicker to heal.

I’ve been in love again. Twice actually. I love a friend who can’t return my affections, but strangely, that doesn’t negate the love I have for him. In fact, the way he has handled my feelings…his care and concern for me…has actually made me love him all the more. But because I love him, I will let him go so that he can have what’s best for him.

The second love is a different kind…not as altruistic. It’s more a love of friendship and convenience, but there is still a desire for more. But this man doesn’t love me. He never will. And because I love myself, I will end the relationship. Even though I am choosing to move on, the pain in my heart is still real. I ache for him, and I miss him. I miss the idea of what we could have been and I grieve for the loss, but I know that my heart will heal. I have hope…

Hope that the creator of my heart knows what I need. Hope that the man He has made for me will find me. And hope that my broken heart will be made whole again the next time I love. Because that is the true cure for a broken heart…to take what’s left of your heart, and use it to love again.

A Hue Less Blue


I’m feeling a little bit blue today.

I don’t like it when I feel this way.

No real reason…my life is so good.

But nevertheless, I’m wanting to brood.

I’m thinking ’bout things I wish I had.

And that’s a good recipe for feeling bad.

need to swap out the bitter for something that’s sweet

to change up the gall and conjure a treat.

There’s no use stirring up sadness and strife

When God‘s given me such a beautiful life.

So, rather than focus of things I have not

I’ll concentrate on them that I’ve got.

A loving family and friends galore

a calling to serve and oh, there’s more…

the smell of the ocean, the breeze on my face

the freedom to worship, and God’s loving grace.

A place to call home, in a town that I love

the sunshine, the rain and stars up above.

The way that things smell, the Father’s sweet Love.

A hope for the future…the laughter I’m full of.

And just like that, I’m blue no longer

My feelings of gratitude suddenly stronger

So color me with a hue more contrary

I’m sooo not blue…more like CANARY.