“Where do broken hearts go
Can they find their way home
Back to the open arms
Of a love that’s waiting there?”
I can still hear my friends and I bellowing Whitney Houston’s song “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?” Did we really know about broken hearts? Had we really seen all the darts life would throw at us that would really break our hearts? Obviously we had not, but you really couldn’t convince us then that our middle school trials would be least of our concerns when it came to real heartbreaks.
Romantic love is definitely not the only source of heartbreaks. Broken hearts can come as a result of the death of a child, sibling, friend, parent, spouse. Hearts are injured by friendships gone awry, words that injured, children who go astray, divorce, abuse, betrayal, rejection, abandonment, discouragement and miscarriages (babies, dreams, marriages, plans for the future).
Where do broken hearts go? Sometimes they go to dark places-refusing to let anyone in, refusing to deal with the pain. Sometimes they run amuck and search in all the wrong places for something or someone to fill the empty space. Sometimes broken hearts hurt others intentionally because they know of no other way to deal with the pain.
Can they find their way home? Yes, they can find their way home. They can come back to the arms of the One who formed them. Back to the only One whose promises never fail. Psalm 147:3 says, “He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.”
Search your heart for the wounds that were cast to the side. We cannot pour new wine into old, broken wineskins. As you prepare for the new things that God wants to give you, you’ve got to make room by cleaning out the fragments of the past. Sweep up those pieces and give them to the One who can bind it and prepare your heart for its healing process.
Father, thank you for healing every piece of my heart that is fractured, wounded, infected, hurt or crushed. Bind the pieces of my heart. Wrap them up as only you can. Wrap them in your truth, wrap them in your peace, wrap them in your arms. And hold me Lord. When I want to give up, hold me and let me know that you are healing me. Hold me and let me know that it is a process and that it will get better. Hold me and remind me that you are the Great Healer. Nothing is too hard for you, not even my hurt and pain.
Gbegbe Fumbah
March 7, 2014Very awesome Jandi. Rev. Fumbah
J.Harris
March 8, 2014Thank you sir! Thank you for reading-