Many brokenhearted ones are surrounding me.
"What now?" they ask as if I might know where they should go from here.
Memories of my own shattered heart experiences remind me of what used to be.
I used to have ...
now it's gone ... or their gone ...I have experienced losses that brought
seasons of life without breath.
Before shattered heart, the path was clear for me and I was reaching for the rainbow
at the end of the trail,
Then my heart was shattered on the anvil of life,
a wilderness appeared, full of brambles, thorns, and thickets
my path was suddenly obscured, the rainbow ...
"What rainbow?" my heart would ask.
Abandoned wind left me faint.
There would be no running through the tangled wood before me.
My shattered heart had to wait for healing to come.
Brambled wood is for soaring over ...
Suddenly I was in need of eagle's wings to fly me to clearing again.
That is how it was for me.
There are many in my life right now whose hearts feel battered, bruised, and broken.
They are looking to me for answers.
"Wait on the Lord," I say, "until you know you have been empowered with wings to soar above the thicket.He will clear the trail as you soar with Him. Strength will come when you wait upon the Lord."
Like me, you will see the rainbow again.
"But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles. They shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not faint." Isaiah 40:31
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3

"seasons of life without breath"
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