Paradoxes and Shattered Pieces

“Break my heart for what breaks Yours…”

How many times have I prayed this prayer and not really meant it, or not really expected it to actually happen? Countless times.

Yet, there are moments, days, when I pray this and I understand that it will hurt, it does hurt, and I recognize that. God knows that.

So why do I continue to ask Him to tear up my heart? Why do I feel lost and almost useless unless my heart is hurting for someone or something? Because it’s His heart breaking inside of mine. I am in Him and He is in me, so when it feels like my heart is breaking, it’s actually His.

God has intentionally put people in my life who are far from Him. What’s more is that He’s given me an intense love for them and longing for them to experience the wonder of His grace. Talk about heart break.

Daily I pray for softened hearts, for minds open to the Truth, for God to love them in ways I can’t. Daily I long for them to have that first taste of amazing grace. Daily I lift them up to One who redeems and makes new, the only One who can save.

My Jesus is so good, so merciful, and His grace so torrential that my heart shatters when I look into the eyes of those who can’t see this, who don’t know this to be true in the core of their being.

So I pray. And I pray. And I pray. Because my God, his “‘power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ then, I am content with weakness, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities.

For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

I am utterly and irrevocably weak. I can do absolutely nothing in my own strength, so I have to trust God in the pain and the heartache. It’s because I get my strength from Him that I have strength to endure a heart that breaks every time I look into the eyes of those my Savior has entrusted me with the friendship of.

#Faith #Life