A Broken Heart for the Lost

Friends, I don’t know why God wants me to write this, or what you might gain from reading this, but I want to be obedient in doing what he asks of me. Here we go:

So you know in the song “Hosanna (In the Highest)” where the bridge says “break my heart for what breaks yours”? Well, that has always stuck out to me. And for a long time, I think God knew it was a desire of my heart. And as He would have it, recently that’s exactly what he’s been doing in me. My heart breaks every day for his children.

When I say my heart breaks, it feels like it. I’ve never had my heart broken by a boy, but if I had to guess, it feels a lot like this. I see my friends, family, and strangers, and I can see right through their façade of “I’m tired”. I see the hurt, the loneliness, and it rips me to shreds. So much so that sometimes I can’t sleep because my thoughts are solely about those hurting people.

I cry and I want to hug them, I want to comfort them, but often I can’t because they don’t want to break down and let someone in. I understand that, but then I feel helpless because all I can do is pray.

Now I know prayer is not a small action but a truly powerful one, but still I want to do more. I want to be hands on in loving them, and when they don’t want to talk about it, I can’t. I’m starting to understand that it’s  not about what I want to do to help, though. God has a plan in all of this.

What God has been doing in me has not been easy. I feel myself emotionally drained, and part of me wants to shut down and stop caring about others- but that’s not what God has called me to do. He has called me to run to the broken and lift them up.

2 Corinthians 1:3-5

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.

If you are hurting, please remember that God loves you, cares for you, and you can cast all you anxieties on him. Talk to the father, and he can handle all that you tell him. When he refills and restores you, go and notice the lost, love the hurting, comfort the broken. Be the hands and feet of Jesus to someone who needs to feel him. Despite my broken heart, I will keep loving his people and I will keep praying that all of you can do the same. ✞







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