Today, my heart is full of sorrow. It seems like there is so much pain around and in me. My heart is burdened, for myself, for my friends, for people I do not know who are hurting as well.
Pain is a funny thing. We are averse to it, yet it is actually our body’s way of alerting us to the fact that there is something wrong with us. It is our body’s way of telling us to pay attention to that spot, because it needs to be healed. It tells us where to poke needles in, where to put a band-aid, where to look after.
Emotionally, though, we run from pain. Instead of giving it the care and attention it is literally asking for, we try to shut it out, try to ignore it. We hide in pages of reading, throw lots of people-time on it, bury it under an endless flurry of activity. But, faithfully, it keeps throbbing, telling us it needs to be addressed.
The thing is, the hurt can’t heal unless we let the hurt and the Healer collide. We need to embrace the hurt, bringing it to God. We need to be okay with being weak. We need to be okay with being vulnerable, with hurting, with feeling pain and sorrow. It’s tiring, yes. It’s so, so tiring. But it is when we are weak that we are strong. It is in our weakness that His power is made perfect.
So weak, we must be. Don’t be afraid to let your heart bleed. After all, it is by blood that we were saved – blood shed on a cross.
Just know that the story doesn’t end there. Redemption wins, and the struggle does, ultimately, end. Hold to that promise.
Oh heart, hold on.