Friday, November 25, 2011

A HURTING HEART


A HURTING HEART

What does a hurting heart look like?  I have learned that it might look nothing at all like you think.  It can wear a smile, it can be laughing, playing, singing a song, jumping rope, doing just about anything that would not give the slightest clue that it is aching.  It will however show itself from time to time.  It can be captured in a moment of silence and seen very clearly in the eyes that look like they are seeing something in the far distance.  They are not looking to the space in front of them but the empty space inside.  Perhaps seeing another child with their adoptive parents takes them back to a time when their mother or father was holding them and kissing their face.  A broken heart misses the touches of a mommy and daddy, the security felt in laying their small frame next to their mother’s bosoms or their father’s big strong arms. It  longs to hear I love you, you are so beautiful, you are special and all of the other emotions expressed  the way only a mommy and daddy can do. The most beautiful thing about a broken heart is that it can be mended.  It does not have to stay broken.  Our Heavenly Father knew that we would be broken and healing would need to take place when he created us.  He knew that painful moments in time could be replaced with new moments. Tender, caring and loving moments that can bring healing into the heart of each child that is longing for a mommy and daddy.  In Romans Chapter 8 God’s Word very clearly tells us that we have all been grafted into His family.  That we are in fact joint heirs with Jesus Christ His son.  We do not have a spirit of fear but a spirit of adoption.  I pray that the Spirit of God would move in the hearts of His children to know this spirit of adoption by which we were so graciously accepted into and hurting hearts all over the world would come to know the feeling of being grafted into love by His children.


After a good rainstorm and a leaky roof this appeared on my wall.  I thought it was pretty cool.


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