Broken?

03.10.21—In My Pain – Psalm 55: 1-8

My friend, may I ask you a question? Have you ever suffered a broken heart? When that kind of pain comes in waves, an eroding kind of pain; is it in some ways far worse than the pain of sickness or injury?

My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I’m M. Clifford Brunner

Have you ever suffered a broken heart? That kind of pain comes in waves, an eroding kind of pain; in some ways far worse than the pain of sickness or injury. When I broke my arm years ago I was still able to laugh despite the pain. And, I remember getting a severe case of the flu when I was a kid. But, I watched a Marx Brothers picture on TV that made me laugh in between my shakes and shivers. No, this kind of hurt, the kind that grabs your heart and squeezes hard, is pain that is so enduring and stinging that it removes the ability to sense and to feel.

In his book, They Call Me Pastor, H. B. London writes. “I watched this young couple; their shoulders shook with emotion as they held their firstborn for the last time. Their baby was dead. All my pastoral training and experience seemed to fail me then. ‘Dave and Jana,’ I began, with words that were broken and slow, ‘I don’t know why this awful loss has to come to you. But I know God loves you as if you were the only ones in the whole world to love. If you believe he loves you, you’ll make it. If you don’t, you won’t.’ Those were the only words I had. They seemed awfully empty at the time. Several years later, however, I received a letter with a picture of Dave and Jana holding a beautiful baby. They wrote: “You probably don’t think we heard you when you encouraged us to cling to the love of God when our baby died. But we heard you clearly. We quote your words to each other often. The Lord is gracious. We don’t understand why we lost our first child. We still hurt when we think about it, but we don’t question Him anymore. (H. B. London Mysteries That Stretch Our Faith)

Some tough situations are mysteries beyond our comprehension; mysteries greater than our answers; mysteries that stretch our faith. Mysteries that force us to turn to God because we can’t find answers anywhere else. How do you mend a broken heart? Well, time is a great healer. Ultimately, however, only God can heal these kinds of wounds. He does so by reminding us that even our hearts belong to Him and that there will come a time in everyone’s life when all else will fail and only His healing presence can make a difference. It’s called pure grace. It remains when other comforts leave us. It’s the universal salve for “mending a broken heart.”

We pray. Heavenly Father. Some tough situations are mysteries beyond our comprehension; mysteries greater than our answers; mysteries that stretch our faith. Mysteries that force us to turn to You O Lord because we can’t find answers anywhere else. Father, how do you mend a broken heart? We know that time is a great healer but ultimately, however, only You can heal these kinds of wounds. Thank you for reminding us that even our hearts belong to You and that there will come a time in our life when all else will fail and only Your healing presence can make a difference. It’s called pure grace. It remains when other comforts leave us. It’s the universal salve for “mending a broken heart.” We pray this in Jesus name. Amen!

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

If you have a special prayer request, please send your request to "This Passing Day!"

<thispassingday@gmail.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.

Broken?

03.10.21—In My Pain – Psalm 55: 1-8

My friend, may I ask you a question? Have you ever suffered a broken heart? When that kind of pain comes in waves, an eroding kind of pain; is it in some ways far worse than the pain of sickness or injury?

My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I’m M. Clifford Brunner

Have you ever suffered a broken heart? That kind of pain comes in waves, an eroding kind of pain; in some ways far worse than the pain of sickness or injury. When I broke my arm years ago I was still able to laugh despite the pain. And, I remember getting a severe case of the flu when I was a kid. But, I watched a Marx Brothers picture on TV that made me laugh in between my shakes and shivers. No, this kind of hurt, the kind that grabs your heart and squeezes hard, is pain that is so enduring and stinging that it removes the ability to sense and to feel.

In his book, They Call Me Pastor, H. B. London writes. “I watched this young couple; their shoulders shook with emotion as they held their firstborn for the last time. Their baby was dead. All my pastoral training and experience seemed to fail me then. ‘Dave and Jana,’ I began, with words that were broken and slow, ‘I don’t know why this awful loss has to come to you. But I know God loves you as if you were the only ones in the whole world to love. If you believe he loves you, you’ll make it. If you don’t, you won’t.’ Those were the only words I had. They seemed awfully empty at the time. Several years later, however, I received a letter with a picture of Dave and Jana holding a beautiful baby. They wrote: “You probably don’t think we heard you when you encouraged us to cling to the love of God when our baby died. But we heard you clearly. We quote your words to each other often. The Lord is gracious. We don’t understand why we lost our first child. We still hurt when we think about it, but we don’t question Him anymore. (H. B. London Mysteries That Stretch Our Faith)

Some tough situations are mysteries beyond our comprehension; mysteries greater than our answers; mysteries that stretch our faith. Mysteries that force us to turn to God because we can’t find answers anywhere else. How do you mend a broken heart? Well, time is a great healer. Ultimately, however, only God can heal these kinds of wounds. He does so by reminding us that even our hearts belong to Him and that there will come a time in everyone’s life when all else will fail and only His healing presence can make a difference. It’s called pure grace. It remains when other comforts leave us. It’s the universal salve for “mending a broken heart.”

We pray. Heavenly Father. Some tough situations are mysteries beyond our comprehension; mysteries greater than our answers; mysteries that stretch our faith. Mysteries that force us to turn to You O Lord because we can’t find answers anywhere else. Father, how do you mend a broken heart? We know that time is a great healer but ultimately, however, only You can heal these kinds of wounds. Thank you for reminding us that even our hearts belong to You and that there will come a time in our life when all else will fail and only Your healing presence can make a difference. It’s called pure grace. It remains when other comforts leave us. It’s the universal salve for “mending a broken heart.” We pray this in Jesus name. Amen!

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

If you have a special prayer request, please send your request to "This Passing Day!"

<thispassingday@gmail.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.