For the Heart that Needs Mending

I know, your heart is bleeding raw right now and trying to breathe feels more like drowning and you wonder, if there is a way to move on anymore. You wake up in the middle of the night and pray for the morning to come, only to find out that it does not hurt any less in the daylight. These days do not end soon enough, and you are weary before the day has even started.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3)

When God tells us that He will bind up our wounds, it does not mean just sticking a band-aid on your heart and leaving you off by yourself to heal. See, the wounds of the heart — they are always deep ones, cutting right through to the center of our heart.

God, He knows this.

He hears our cries and He cries with us. He holds our hearts, broken and barely held together; and He knows how every beat of the heart just opens those wounds again and again.

When it comes to our hearts, Jesus comes in hands first — like He carried our sins on the cross, hands first. He comes, those scarred hands taking your heart and binding the wounds by cupping your heart with His hands. He will not let go, not before you have stopped bleeding and your wounds are not gaping open anymore. He will hold your heart together, His hands covered with blood as He bleeds pain with you.

He will not let go.

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.” (Revelation 21:4-5)

I would like to promise you that healing comes, that time heals and there will be a time when a broken heart hurts less — but I cannot. All pain is painful, no matter how great or little, and I believe the hurt in our hearts is like an ocean. One day it drowns, the next day we are brought to the shore. It comes in waves and thrives when it is raining.

But every day this ocean is a thing of beauty as well, always changing though still remaining constant. Comparing our hurts will only destroy us because pain is always painful. But this here, a beautiful constant, might just be the right measure for our hurts and broken hearts.

We can let it drown us, look into the depths of it and deem it immeasurable. Or we can choose to see the light glimmering on the surface and praise God that His grace and light shine even then.

So maybe, just maybe, the way to fix a broken heart is to let it be broken by the One who created it and let Him create something new. Maybe the way to heal a hurting heart is to let Him shine His light on it, and choose to see the glimmering light as the waves roll in.

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” (Romans 8:18)

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