You,
“All
in because your heart is broken.”
The thing with all of this information
about broken hearts is that the process itself cannot be forced but
experienced. No one can tell you your heart is broken. That little bit of
heaven is something you will encounter all on your own. It is the same way no
one can be born a Christian. These are things you become only by choice and
never by nature. It is against the nature you presently have.
You cannot hurry to it
either. You cannot fake it. You have to wait for the moment of truth to come. It
will or it already has. And once you have had one you will have another. There are
many moments but they all add up to truth. If I am struggling to explain it
then I am sorry but it is hard to get at something so unique and personal to
everyone. It connects us in its diversity rooted in one source: the human soul
removed from its home.
And perhaps that is the best
way to see it. Looking for a home. A place when you can safely be yourself. Where
you can speak your own thoughts and live your own actions. Where you are not
constantly acting and struggling to be liked or loved or both. A place where
correction is in love and not in sneering mockery or callous judgement. A version
of yourself understood. The human heart longs for meaning and the human soul
longs for home.
This is the promise God
gives to the broken heart and the fractured soul. To all shades and shapes,
acts and thoughts, histories and present states, He says:
Welcome home.
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