"They died of a broken heart” is a phrase that is so proverbial. We glamorize it in our romance novels, movies and songs. On my recent trip to Oklahoma, (to take Miriam to college), I watched Broken Trail. It’s a classic western movie with Robert Duvall, where every character has a broken heart. Print Ritter, the main character actually chooses to deprive himself of the love of a good woman because he was so still broken by the loss of his first wife and daughter. His nephew has his heart broken by the hardness of his own mother. The Chinese girls are broken by slavery, rape and the loss of their families and homeland. I could keep going on describing the other characters but everyone should just see the movie for themselves.
Having a broken heart is so common place these days. It seems as if everyone displays some symptoms of a broken heart. You can see shattered hearts everywhere; in the eyes of a child of divorce, in the trials and tumultuous trails taken by a teenager, in the voice of a lonely, hollow married woman or man, in the middle-aged crisis of the divorced, in the ache and the yearning within the widowed ones memories, in the heavy sense of failure in those that have become impoverished through loss of a business, job or home. Again, I could just keep going on but everyone should just look around and see it for themselves. Broken hearts are an epidemic.
A broken heart is a bloody, complicated mess. At first your heart is merely fractured or splintered and a numbness forms within your soul. You put coping mechanisms in place to direct the blood flow around the injured arteries. If a broken heart is left untreated, your ability to have a fulfilling life is greatly diminished. As the wounded heart goes on functioning without repair, damaging survival patterns evolve into outright addictions and behaviors that are preparing to eventually lead you right to death’s door.
I have experienced a broken heart in such a way that it almost killed me. I didn’t understand what was happening to my heart for a very long time. I don’t clearly remember when my broken heart began to become so traumatized that it actually hemorrhaged to death. I only know that after it happened; I became overcome with such destructive thoughts and behaviors that I was sure I would be no more. I was made aware of my brokenness through the eyes of the wise, friends, family, and counselors. I was too close to the ties that bound me to my broken, dead heart so I just carried it around with me and pretended it was fine.
Almost every one falls in love. I think that there are many kinds of love; the deep love of a friend, your first love, your Great love and the great love of God. The first love of your life hurts and stings when the heart break is fresh, but over time it is mended and memories of it either make you laugh or glad you “dodged that bullet.” The pain of the love of a friendship lost over irreparable broken fellowship begins to dull over time but sharpens you to love deeper and greater as the next friend comes along. The pain that comes from the demise or death of your great love is the most devastating. It is the most vicious pain and can be called character cancer. Who you were before the great love is lost forever.
I think the only way to heal the broken heart is through a miracle of God. I know He cares about the broken hearted and states in Psalms that He is the healer of the brokenhearted. He is the one who bandages their wounds. He knows the desolation of a broken heart and longs to not only heal but bring total restoration to it. He openly proclaims that His purpose is to bind up the brokenhearted. He came to earth to openly declare freedom for the captives and release prisoners of a broken heart from the darkness of death. I have just started on the path to the healing of my broken heart. I am determined that I will not die from a broken heart.
Having a broken heart is so common place these days. It seems as if everyone displays some symptoms of a broken heart. You can see shattered hearts everywhere; in the eyes of a child of divorce, in the trials and tumultuous trails taken by a teenager, in the voice of a lonely, hollow married woman or man, in the middle-aged crisis of the divorced, in the ache and the yearning within the widowed ones memories, in the heavy sense of failure in those that have become impoverished through loss of a business, job or home. Again, I could just keep going on but everyone should just look around and see it for themselves. Broken hearts are an epidemic.
A broken heart is a bloody, complicated mess. At first your heart is merely fractured or splintered and a numbness forms within your soul. You put coping mechanisms in place to direct the blood flow around the injured arteries. If a broken heart is left untreated, your ability to have a fulfilling life is greatly diminished. As the wounded heart goes on functioning without repair, damaging survival patterns evolve into outright addictions and behaviors that are preparing to eventually lead you right to death’s door.
I have experienced a broken heart in such a way that it almost killed me. I didn’t understand what was happening to my heart for a very long time. I don’t clearly remember when my broken heart began to become so traumatized that it actually hemorrhaged to death. I only know that after it happened; I became overcome with such destructive thoughts and behaviors that I was sure I would be no more. I was made aware of my brokenness through the eyes of the wise, friends, family, and counselors. I was too close to the ties that bound me to my broken, dead heart so I just carried it around with me and pretended it was fine.
Almost every one falls in love. I think that there are many kinds of love; the deep love of a friend, your first love, your Great love and the great love of God. The first love of your life hurts and stings when the heart break is fresh, but over time it is mended and memories of it either make you laugh or glad you “dodged that bullet.” The pain of the love of a friendship lost over irreparable broken fellowship begins to dull over time but sharpens you to love deeper and greater as the next friend comes along. The pain that comes from the demise or death of your great love is the most devastating. It is the most vicious pain and can be called character cancer. Who you were before the great love is lost forever.
I think the only way to heal the broken heart is through a miracle of God. I know He cares about the broken hearted and states in Psalms that He is the healer of the brokenhearted. He is the one who bandages their wounds. He knows the desolation of a broken heart and longs to not only heal but bring total restoration to it. He openly proclaims that His purpose is to bind up the brokenhearted. He came to earth to openly declare freedom for the captives and release prisoners of a broken heart from the darkness of death. I have just started on the path to the healing of my broken heart. I am determined that I will not die from a broken heart.
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