Five Minute Friday: Broken
Today I am joining Lisa-Jo and others for the 5 Minute Friday where we are given a word prompt and write for just 5 minutes simply for the joy of writing. No editing or backtracking necessary. No need to be perfect. Just words freely flowing from my heart to yours.
I remember the day I came to Him, my heart broken, shattered by the life I drug with me to the alter. And I questioned, “Could He really heal the broken pieces of my heart. Could He put me back together again so it doesn’t hurt so much?”
They say a life devoid of love is a life lost. And I was lost, devoid of love, or so it appeared. I had made decisions in my life that caused my heart to rip right inside my chest. Oh the pain, the grief, beyond what I could bare. I carried this broken heart with me all of my life, pretending that I was whole, confident and wanting so desperately to believe that I was loved and adored for who I was.
But I was broken, beyond the repair of any man, for it was man who had broken this heart. Some took it without asking, others I gave willingly, yet my heart always lay bleeding in a huddled mess that I would have to pick up off the floor and walk out the door with.
But He came to this lost one, this broken, hurting and wounded one and brought healing. He picked up the broken pieces of my heart and put them back together again. With the healing balm of His love, I am made whole.
No longer broken. No longer bruised. No longer forsaken. No longer lost. I am His and He is mine. My heart will never be broken again.