Christ has compassion for the broken-hearted.
There are a lot of reasons why a broken heart can happen. For me, it started when I was a child living in two different worlds. Those two worlds became obvious when I hung out with other families. At least from the outside, ours was different. Crack.
Toxic relationships continued throughout school; as I went to college I made great friends with a girl named Jessie, but lost touch with her the summer after freshman year as the Southwestern Company, which pulled in vulnerable college students desperate to make money, allowed phone conversations with friends and family on one day of the week. Crack.
Friends back home were angry and saddened by my choice to sell educational books that summer because I did not go to their High School graduation. Crack.
After graduating college, my boyfriend and I went our separate ways. Crack.
One day, my heart broke. All of the toxic relationships and separation throughout the years came to the point where my heart could not take it anymore. Every close relationship I had was shattered until I was in my 20’s. For at least 12 years, I had ignored the separations and kept living my life like nothing happened. I needed a compassionate person in my life. Someone who did not expect so much out of me at that time – because I had nothing to offer. A year of severe depression (I lost 20 lbs. in 3 months) and heart-break went by, and then God drew me in. With compassion and kindness from Christians I saw on T.V. along with 3 months of searching, I finally chose to believe in Jesus as God’s Son. That moment, my heart filled with joy!
Since then, God has brought amazing people into my life. A wonderful mentor and roommate, my husband, and his loving parents. They probably have no idea how much the love they have for one another and their children impacts me. I am honored to be a part of their family.
But whoever is united with the Lord is one with him in spirit.1 Corinthians 6:17