A Little Heartbreak Is Not Always Bad

My tonight was scripted by God.  It was like the evening flowed perfectly from his pen into my reality.

I knew I needed to blog about tonight just so I could remind myself why exactly I blog.  Lately I’ve blogged in order to share little updates of my life, but tonight is different.  Tonight is the reason I blog.  Something was put on my heart.

Tonight I was productive, I got to do things I wanted to do, things I like to do.  I got to cook and run and do laundry (I only like the feeling of this being done, not really doing it).  And to top it off I got to have my heartbroken a little.

I was invited a while back to a thing called Harp and Bowl.  It is a praise and worship service that a friend of a friend of mine helps to lead and it was suggested that I check it out.  So tonight I decided that since it was a pretty informal deal I would go for a run and end my run at the church and take a little peek in.

The topic of tonight’s harp and bowl was Healing.  Healing is something powerful, I’ve experienced it first hand.  But tonight wasn’t so much about my healing.  The service was exactly what I was hoping.  It was amazing musicians sharing spirit filled songs of healing while people could come and go, sing along, read, spend time in prayer and intercede for others.

I decided that while I could always use healing, tonight I was there to participate as I felt led and be in prayer for others.  That is about when my heart started to break.  A girl stood to share her testimony and with passion and zeal she proclaimed Isaiah 61 and it’s indisputable power of us.  Beauty from ashes, strength from fear.  She shared her story, she was married to a man she fell in love with at 18.  By the time she turned 25 she was a widow.

There is nothing more heartbreaking than hearing a 20-something widow share of immeasurable pain and heartache, share total devastation and see the hurt when she described not having the strength to get out of bed.  There is nothing more humbling than to think of my lack of faith in Christ’s healing power when I heard a 20-something widow share the power of the cross and the victory over death that gives her strength to put one foot in front of the other everyday.

My heart broke for her.  My heart broke hearing what she endured, and then I was reminded of the amazing hope in the situation.  She was being healed.  She was putting one foot in front of the other, she was choosing the life that Christ had in mind for her.

With that in mind, it gave me hope for the people in my life who are in need of healing.  I guess maybe a little heartbreak can be a good reminder.