I have journaled for decades.
Poured out my heart on tear
stained paper. Held nothing
back from the One who held
me. Year after year I climbed
into my Father’s lap. Gave the
the broken pieces of my heart
back to Him. And He mended it. Again and again.
Now in the winter season of my life, I look back from heaven’s point of view,
and gratefully proclaim: He does all things well.
Like yours, my story is different, yet in many ways the same. Truth is we
are all broken in some way. And we can all give our hearts back to the Only
One who can mend it.
Are the details of our lives important? Maybe. Maybe not. I for one don’t feel
we need to air our dirty laundry to those around us. Some things are meant
for God’s ears only. The One who formed us in our mother’s womb knows all
about our lives. (Psalm 139)
I challenge you to take up your pen and write a letter to the only One who can
re-write your story. Pour our your heart and ask Him to pour out His love.
(John 3: 16) Come to Jesus, our wonderful merciful savior. Our High Priest
who is touched by your feelings, and able to help in your time of need.
Hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into
our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.