psalm of my heart
January 12, 2009
Does the blind man ever forget he can’t see? Does the woman who lost her child ever not remember her loss? Does the broken heart ever forget its scars?
Hurt hangs close, like a thick heavy fog. It’s ever present. Always close. All encompassing.
I know God’s hand reaches through pain. I know His light pierces darkness. I know His voice reverberates in emptiness. But there is still pain. Still darkness. Still emptiness.
Reach far, God. Shine brightly. And for heaven’s my sake, speak louder. Because I need to feel You, see You, and hear You more than ever before.
@atangie says:
Amen
Dang. My heart is broken for you and I am still praying for you and for your family. Standing with you, Friend.
@knights_lady says:
Does the broken heart ever forget its scars?
Not that I’m aware of…but it learns over time to focus on other things.
He is there. He knows. And He cares.
He will, Alece, He will. He is faithful. You are His precious, precious daughter. His heart hurts because yours does. Keep trusting, seeking, crying out to Him. He is your ever-present help in time of trouble.
Going to go pray for you now.
@cassgirl says:
Here… holding and embracing
My prayers continue to go out for you.
@danielleH says:
Amen. Thanks for sharing your heart.
Oh Alece … He is the Great Physician. The Healer. Jehovah-Rapha. He NEVER fails. He doesn’t lie. He created you and all the beauty that is within you that you cannot see just now. He is surrounding you and holding you in His mighty Hand. You will feel it! I promise.
We always remember because satan reminds us and wants us to stay miserable. But God will replace those memories with unspeakable joy. And, they will be markers not of sorrow, but of victory in Jesus and triumph. Beauty from ashes. Oh, He is so faithful, Alece. So faithful!
Be blessed today sweet friend! Praying for you and loving you!
in our brokenness we see His face more clearly
praying for you
What a beautiful picture of brokenness. God is there…He is holding you tight even when you feel alone.
I don’t know your situation or what all you are facing but, hold on tight to Jesus.
I love a song called, “Learning to Fall” by This Beautiful Republic…it would be a good one to listen too sometime. The words fit my life. Praying for you!
my heart resonates this. beautiful Alece. I love your heart.
Love you. Thinking of you.
Our hearts are closer to Him in our brokenness than anywhere else. I do believe this is true.
The Lord is near the broken-hearted;
He is the Saviour of those whose spirits are crushed down.
I’m praying for your heart to feel His compassion.
=)
i pray He will hold your heart in His hands.
“Reach far, God. Shine brightly. And for heaven
I love you. Muchly.
p.s. I answered one of your q’s today. ;-) Now onto that email.
Thank you for sharing your heart. You are loved by so many.
You will find the faith you need. Nothing important is ever easy.
I never could forget the scars on my heart. The wounds runs deep. Too deep.
And though they have yet to go away this side of eternity, I have learned to stitch up the cuts of others.
It is always difficult to see in the dark. The world is devoid of Colors.
But just because we cannot see Colors at night…
…doesn’t mean the world is not beautiful.
Your dawn is coming, My Be-Loved Sister.
Wrap that knit wrap around you.
Like Arms.
thank you, everyone, for your beautiful words.
like arms.
Oh, My Midgey Girl…our family knows that the brokenheart does forget its scars! We wouldn’t be who we are today if that weren’t so…
“A mircale will happen
It will happen some day
Jesus is the Answer
He is the Way”
The words were prophetic then for a similiar situation
They are prophetic now
…I need to remember that for my own broken heart.
that was beautiful and very right for this time in both of our lives. love you!
beautiful
I do not know why you are hurting, but I can promise you that although you never forget, when God brings peace and healing, its balm gradually gets greater than the pain.
I lost a child last March. Not a day goes by I dont think of him and wish I could hold him, and tell him how much I would’ve loved being his mom.
But since that time, I have come to know Christ as a mender of broken hearts. I have taken my tears to him time and time again, and He heals me again and again.
I pray Gods love surrounds you each time you need it.