Thursday, June 21, 2012

When Your Heart Breaks~

It's happened to me before, but this time it hurt.  It really hurt.

Maybe it's happened to you, too.

This morning as I was combing my hair, brushing my teeth, applying mascara and preparing for my day, I was also singing along with the songs playing on my favorite Christian radio station.  For me, singing along is a natural part of my morning routine.

Since I know most of the songs by heart, the words roll off my tongue as easily as toothpaste glides onto my toothbrush.  Admittedly, sometimes, neither are given much thought.

But, there was that one line.

As soon as I sang the words, I heard them echoing back, reverberating off  the callouses of my heart.

Father, break my heart for what breaks yours.*

Minutes later, I head out the door and into the world. Soon, I am lost in the busyness of my day.  Projects, deadlines, and to-do lists keep my mind occupied. 

Until, later that afternoon.

Once again,  I find myself mindlessly singing along to the radio, and once again, the Lord taps me on the shoulder of my heart with that one line.

Father, break my heart for what breaks yours.

Work done for the day, I close the door to my office and head to the supermarket to pick up a few items for dinner.

And that's when it happens.

It's as though the Lord has removed the blinders from my eyes and for the first time,
I see people. 

Not the clothes they are wearing,
or the items in their shopping cart,
or the way they are between me and the item I am trying to reach on the shelf behind them,

but,
her,
and him,
and them.

I see a mother who is trying to keep her eye on five small children; eyes that are framed with black circles and lines of worry and fatigue.

I see a teenager hiding the insecurity of his heart behind long strands of hair; a curtain over his eyes, covering the windows to his soul.

I see an elderly lady struggling to keep her footing; the foundation of her youth, deteriorating with the passing of time, is leaving her unsteady, unsure and uncomfortably insecure.

I see a young, professional-looking couple strolling side by side, smiling and nodding in gestures that imply "yes, some of that" or "no, not today" ; their akward silence announcing to all that "I love you" often goes unsaid, too.

I see a small young boy following  behind his father as they turn left down the aisle that leads to the liquour department;  his fearful eyes can already see where this fateful turn will lead once they are home, behind closed doors.

And, right there - 

in the middle of the aisle,
in the middle of these people,
in the middle of my selfish, self-absorbed heart,

 I hear that one line.

Father, break my heart for what breaks yours.

And, my heart breaks.

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My Heavenly Father has been faithful to answer the prayer I have sang to Him through out my day. 


And, this time......

                     
                     this time,


it hurts. 




* Matthew West, My Own Little World



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13 comments:

  1. Hi Stacy, if you come visit the Philippines your heart will be broken many times! It's easy to mind our own business but once you open your heart, there's no end to the sad stories. Just yesterday I asked one of our employees why she was late everyday, and she said it was because she couldn't use the bathroom until her grandmother goes up to her room. The story behind it is so sad and frustrating! My sisters and I were thinking about how she could be helped. I am sure God has a wonderful plan for her but she can't see it. :^) patsy

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  2. wow, this is one of those posts that really strikes the heart. to love those He loves has been my prayer and yes, when we love, our hearts break. thank you for sharing this.

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  3. God is the healer of broken hearts, and although he desires that we be sensitive to the hurts and cares of others, he knows that our frame cannot take it to be continually hurting about other people. That is why we can pray in the spirit and cast our burden on Him. He then gives us rest. There is an old song that says take your burden to the Lord and leave it there.

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  4. I know that song, and have sung it too. I have seen the same thing that you have.
    Thank you for sharing. Inspirational.

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  5. That line cuts me to the core, too. It will randomly show up-- and honestly, I don't like broken hearts-- but when the Lord breaks my heart for what breaks His, I feel closer to Him than ever before! Thanks for these great words today.

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  6. Love it! That is a dangerous prayer ;) The more we are aligned with God's heart the less we are of this world. It is a prayer that moves us into action for Him. A scary and wonderful adventure of trusting Him into whatever and wherever He calls. (At least that's what happened to me when I prayed that prayer... I'm now a full time missionary!) Thanks for sharing!

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  7. Love that song and that verse! It challenges me to look at the world and those I come in contact through His eyes. Thanks Stacy.

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  8. Such a touching post! May we be more like Him and see others with the love in His eyes.
    Thanks for this great post and for hosting the link-up!
    God bless,
    Laurie

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  9. In my youth I wrote a prayer similar to that in the flyleaf of my Bible: "God, give me a heart like Jesus, humble, tender and broken." Sometimes when my heart was breaking, I wondered why I had prayed that prayer!

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  10. When God opens our eyes to see others as souls needing a Savior we can silently say a prayer for them, as we pass them at the store or where ever we view them. God cares for them no matter what the condition is that they find themselves in.

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  11. Bee-YOOO-tee-ful.

    This has been the cry of my heart. It's a hard thing to pray, and He definitely answers it, doesn't it? (Love your heart ...)

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