The other night I was thinking a lot about how broken the human heart can be. I’ve had my fair share of broken and lost relationships. I’ve been deeply hurt within myself. And I’ve been told the famous, “Time heals all wounds.” But when deeply wounded, I don’t believe time fixes anything. It may not be as hard to deal with, but this week, I’ve been remembering times of deep brokenness and hurt. And it wasn’t time that made things better.
When the tears fell in to a puddle below me....when I could not catch my breath because everything in my heart ached and doubted it’s ability to move on...it was not time that helped me carry on. I honestly feel as if time with Jesus heals all wounds. When the world crashes around me, the only comfort I find is laying in His presence. Because it is only His hand that can heal my heart. It is only His touch that can restore my soul. It is only His life that breathes life in to me. No person has always been there, despite a few very appreciated true friends. No answer always rings true, but the truth that I find in Jesus. And when all I am has been crushed, just being with Jesus gives me hope.
The best way I know how to describe it is that Jesus has healing hands that are the only thing capable of healing a broken heart or a broken life. It is His hands that mend together pieces shattered on the floor. It is his hand placed upon a heart and a life that becomes a soothing balm to a wound.
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