It was in a youth service where she met Him. He was invited into her heart and she returned it to Him. He made a promise to never leave her nor forsake her. He showed her His love would be everything she would ever want or need. He would never hurt her, never disrespect her. He was an absolute gentleman and He protected her heart. He was God.
One day, she gently approaches God and says, “Lord, I would like to have my heart back.” God looks at her and says, “Be patient, I want you heart a little while longer.”
Another day, she approaches God again and says, “Lord, I would like to have my heart back.” God looks at her kindly and says, “Be patient. Don’t be so eager to give your heart away.” Reluctantly, she walks away.
Years pass and she approaches God one last time. “God, I cannot wait anymore. Don’t worry Lord; I know what I am doing. Can I have my heart back?” God, being the perfect gentleman, grants her wish and gives her back her heart.
Soon, she meets Mr. Right. Mr. Right says all the perfect things and paints a pretty picture. She gives him her heart, and he says he will take care of her and be everything she ever wanted. Eventually, Mr. Right turns into Mr. Wrong. And in the end, Mr. Wrong tosses her heart to the ground and walks away.
She painfully picks up her heart and does her best to wipe off the dirt, but the stains are permanent.
She finds another guy who sincerely tries to take care of her heart. Eventually, he abandons it in exchange for another. He places her heart on the ground and walks away.
Her heart is hurt and more stains are visible. She once again picks up her heart.
She finds another who says he’s different from every guy she has ever met. He is charming, smart and very smooth. Eventually, she trusts him and gives her heart to him. They share an intimate moment and he looks at her. He was satisfied. He got what he wanted, and he places her abused heart on the pillow and walks away.
This time, she takes her heart and holds it close. There are more missing pieces and her heart is now torn. She cries herself to sleep.
She finds another guy who never had an interest in her heart in the first place. She knew this, but she exposed her heart to him anyway. Even though she didn't exactly give her heart to him, the exposure still caused it damage.
She holds what is left of her heart and cries, wondering if she can ever give her heart away to someone who won’t abuse it.
She finds another guy who willingly holds her heart. He helps her mend it, but he is selfish and knows he cannot keep it. His patience wears thin and he gives her heart back to her worse than when he first received it. He had no real intentions to hurt her or use her, he just did.
She cries because there is not much left of her heart to give away. Her heart is now dirty, abused, neglected, and no longer looks like a heart. It is a pile of pieces and remnants of something that was once pure and whole.
In a final desperate attempt, she tries to give her heart to a friend. He cares for her but doesn’t want her heart enough for her to heal. She still tries to give her heart away because she is missing something. He gently hands her back her heart, and it slips from her hands and onto the floor.
Her heart cannot be broken more than it already is. “Who would ever want my heart”, she thinks to herself. She tries to heal her heart herself (relationship books, empowerment statements, “toughing it out”). But nothing works.
She looks at what is left in her hand and cries then walks into church finding a lone pew. She sobs, letting her tears fall on what is left of her heart.
God approaches her and whispers, “I love you.” By now, the tears are flowing in a steady stream. She has heard those words before, but something is different this time. He asks her for her heart. She holds it closer to herself and tells God she can’t because there is nothing left to offer.
God kneels down in front of her and looks her in her eyes. “You gave me your heart at one time when you knew I was everything. I have a perfect plan in place for your life, yet you became impatient and you thought you knew what was best. I saw you pick up your heart every time it was broken. I was ready to take your broken heart then, but you wouldn’t give it to me. I am perfect in all My ways. Please trust me. May I have your heart?”
In shame, she bows her head. She stretches her cupped hands to expose what is left. In a rush of guilt, grief, and despair, she says, “Here is my heart. This is what is left. The other pieces were torn away a long time ago. I’m sorry, Lord! I wish I could give you more! Instead, I am giving you something that is tattered and broken.”
God wipes her tears and tells her not to cry. Then He tenderly says, “Do you not remember? I am the mender of broken hearts."
Inspired by a friend
One day, she gently approaches God and says, “Lord, I would like to have my heart back.” God looks at her and says, “Be patient, I want you heart a little while longer.”
Another day, she approaches God again and says, “Lord, I would like to have my heart back.” God looks at her kindly and says, “Be patient. Don’t be so eager to give your heart away.” Reluctantly, she walks away.
Years pass and she approaches God one last time. “God, I cannot wait anymore. Don’t worry Lord; I know what I am doing. Can I have my heart back?” God, being the perfect gentleman, grants her wish and gives her back her heart.
Soon, she meets Mr. Right. Mr. Right says all the perfect things and paints a pretty picture. She gives him her heart, and he says he will take care of her and be everything she ever wanted. Eventually, Mr. Right turns into Mr. Wrong. And in the end, Mr. Wrong tosses her heart to the ground and walks away.
She painfully picks up her heart and does her best to wipe off the dirt, but the stains are permanent.
She finds another guy who sincerely tries to take care of her heart. Eventually, he abandons it in exchange for another. He places her heart on the ground and walks away.
Her heart is hurt and more stains are visible. She once again picks up her heart.
She finds another who says he’s different from every guy she has ever met. He is charming, smart and very smooth. Eventually, she trusts him and gives her heart to him. They share an intimate moment and he looks at her. He was satisfied. He got what he wanted, and he places her abused heart on the pillow and walks away.
This time, she takes her heart and holds it close. There are more missing pieces and her heart is now torn. She cries herself to sleep.
She finds another guy who never had an interest in her heart in the first place. She knew this, but she exposed her heart to him anyway. Even though she didn't exactly give her heart to him, the exposure still caused it damage.
She holds what is left of her heart and cries, wondering if she can ever give her heart away to someone who won’t abuse it.
She finds another guy who willingly holds her heart. He helps her mend it, but he is selfish and knows he cannot keep it. His patience wears thin and he gives her heart back to her worse than when he first received it. He had no real intentions to hurt her or use her, he just did.
She cries because there is not much left of her heart to give away. Her heart is now dirty, abused, neglected, and no longer looks like a heart. It is a pile of pieces and remnants of something that was once pure and whole.
In a final desperate attempt, she tries to give her heart to a friend. He cares for her but doesn’t want her heart enough for her to heal. She still tries to give her heart away because she is missing something. He gently hands her back her heart, and it slips from her hands and onto the floor.
Her heart cannot be broken more than it already is. “Who would ever want my heart”, she thinks to herself. She tries to heal her heart herself (relationship books, empowerment statements, “toughing it out”). But nothing works.
She looks at what is left in her hand and cries then walks into church finding a lone pew. She sobs, letting her tears fall on what is left of her heart.
God approaches her and whispers, “I love you.” By now, the tears are flowing in a steady stream. She has heard those words before, but something is different this time. He asks her for her heart. She holds it closer to herself and tells God she can’t because there is nothing left to offer.
God kneels down in front of her and looks her in her eyes. “You gave me your heart at one time when you knew I was everything. I have a perfect plan in place for your life, yet you became impatient and you thought you knew what was best. I saw you pick up your heart every time it was broken. I was ready to take your broken heart then, but you wouldn’t give it to me. I am perfect in all My ways. Please trust me. May I have your heart?”
In shame, she bows her head. She stretches her cupped hands to expose what is left. In a rush of guilt, grief, and despair, she says, “Here is my heart. This is what is left. The other pieces were torn away a long time ago. I’m sorry, Lord! I wish I could give you more! Instead, I am giving you something that is tattered and broken.”
God wipes her tears and tells her not to cry. Then He tenderly says, “Do you not remember? I am the mender of broken hearts."
Inspired by a friend
