My beautiful, bright-eyed friend.
I have held you in my prayers, and I know you are hurting, but allow me to tell you about the human heart. There are endless qualms of the heavy-hearted, and many-a-heavy hearted being served their own. For we are all broken, unique in our brokenness. Any pain that currently greets you is divergent from any other pain felt by any other person on Earth. All pain, though, stems from heartbreak, for our hearts break in different ways. But no matter which direction they break, they break for the world, you see? Our hearts break not for the Lord, but rather for His Glory and Will here upon Creation. For Him we feel no disdain, but in the fleeting moment during which we spend in this world, we break for what surrounds us. Yet any trial we face is not the true battle at hand...it's what's woven in the fight that is imperative; how we fight for Him in the face of our own personal heartbreaks. To Him we owe that much, for it is by Him that the battle has already been won. The Lord gently carries our broken hearts and tainted souls in His hands. And with each bat of an eye, each stroke of this pen, each second in time, we are a new moment closer to an eternity with Him. An eternity so beautifully orchestrated by the greatest act of love in existence. An eternity in which all facets of our earthly-bound flaws spill over, and we no longer harbor the burden of what breaks us. An eternity offered to us because of a God who conquers the battles we so often feel we face alone in our brokenness.
So stand firm in your qualms. Lift up your heavy heart, child. Above all, love your brokenness. With it, you are blessed. By it, you are chosen. And in it, you're renewed and breathtaking, broken no more.
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