The crash shattered the silence as I froze and shouted my command. Shards of pottery scattered over the tile floor. My two little girls were barefooted. I could envision trips to the emergency room to dig out slivers of pottery from their precious feet.
Instead, I scanned the kitchen floor like it was a minefield and picked my barefooted way across the room to my toddlers. I scooped them up, one in each arm, and felt their legs tangle around each of mine. I held them close as we lurched our way to the safety of the soft carpeted living room.
I remember this incident when I read: The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Just as I scooped up my children and held them closely when the plate shattered and scattered across the floor, I see God sweeping me up in His arms and bringing me to safety when my heart breaks.
Heartbreaks are scary. We feel alone and abandoned. Sometimes, we even feel shell-shocked as we view the shrapnel of broken dreams scattered across our lives. We wonder which way to go and how we’re going to navigate this unexpected heartache. But our Lord is near and ready to save. He comes alongside us and guides us through the brokenness. He knows the best way through it, and He knows how to bring us to the other side.
Pushing the Lord away when our hearts break is tempting. We want to run willy-nilly through our brokenness, often causing more pain along the way. But God desires to be near us, especially when our hearts are aching.
Turn to God with arms outstretched and cry, “Abba, help!” He’ll come and carry you to safety.
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