Sometimes I think I will die from a broken heart. I was walking out of a beautiful worship service Friday night and there was a little couple in front of me holding hands and laughing. It totally wrecked me. I cried all the way home. I told God that I just knew I would die from a broken heart. Not cancer, or a heart attack, or old age but just from a plain ole broken heart.
I had so much as said those words and my phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was a person that I had been working with that was in a crisis situation. So I gathered myself and answered the call. I talked to her for about 30 minutes and when I got off the phone I just wept, but this time not for me but for her. I thanked God for allowing me the honor to work with other people who need someone to journey with them through their lives. I thanked God for giving me a mission in my life to show others HIS love through pain and suffering .
God knows that I cannot focus on myself very long. He has showed me himself as many times as I have needed to see HIM. He keeps HIS eyes on me, never leaving my side. He has shown me how strong I am with Him. He has shown me who I am.
So as I am writing this I don’t weep as I did Friday night watching that couple. God reminded me that I can rejoice because I had 24 years of hand holding and laughing with Jeff and more joy and love than I could have ever hoped or imagined.
I pray that as you read this that you will look at something that you think you will die from. Then look to Jesus and let him show you how HE sees it. His view is so much better than ours. As my husband always said “ Its all about the journey and what we make of it!!”
The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you, he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Deuteronomy 31:8