That moment when you cry, because your heart is stirred so much and brimming with so many of the things. And part of crying is because you can actually feel. And another part of it is that you're shocked it's actually still in there, connected, and living. And the biggest part is that people are dying, and people are going on their own ways and all you want is for Jesus to make it all better and take you away.
THIS life or any life, or even by definition of the meaning and worth of life, is not meant to be alone.
My heart breaks for my grandmother, she has lost her love for over a decade now. She still kicks on.
My heart breaks for my brother, he's lost all sense of what love is meant to be and bought into the lie.
My heart breaks for my coworkers, and their workaholism and listless identities in fleeting things.
My heart breaks for this city, because it looks so nice and beautiful, but so are white washed tombs.
My heart breaks, and that's cause for joy, because in all things I aim to worship my Lord.
My heart breaks, and I'm relieved that I'm a son.
My heart breaks, and the hope and weight of future glory on that day keeps me running.
My heart breaks because the weight of this world hits so hard.
My heart breaks when I feel alone and that my days are passing too quickly, and I want to love for realsies this time.
My heart is healed because of the work and grace of Christ my King.
Jesus heals an ever breaking heart, and he is my peace and comfort.
And to know that it's ok to have a broken and contrite heart makes it easier to cry over things that really matter, and that my heart is to be a son who really matters and gives each possible passing moment to my Father who so graciously and generously gives life and all it's inhabitants; not alone.
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