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Big Picture Thursday: Heartbreak


Heartbreak.  The sound of a worried mothers' cry in the middle of the night.  Her daughter is in the hospital.  Her son is going overseas.  The mom with tears streaming down her face coming to the realization that her little one is paying for her choices.  

The one whose son experienced a shocking blow. The mom whose son walked away from the path laid before him and will be walled off for years to come.  The mother whose adopted and treasured son was taken away from her arms.

Heartbreak.  The desperate look of a dad whose world has come crashing down around him.  To watch the children he loves be pulled apart and separated.  The realization that a dad has when he wakes up to see that his children are all grown and are far away from his heart.  The dad whose entire world revolves around his boys and he can't make it better.

Heartbreak.  The little one forced to make a decision that shouldn't be his to make.  Mom...or Dad?  The teenage boy whose world crashed when his parents split and his world is a pot of roiling anger. Why can't his mom come back home and to the God she taught him to love?

Heartbreak.  Empty bank account.  A bare corner where she just can't bear to put up a tree knowing Santa won't come.  The panic in her chest that keeps her awake at night and the hopelessness that keeps her down at day.

Heartbreak. The sight of a worry worn wife whose husband is now in the nursing home.  Or the husband who sits at his elderly wife's side as her memory fades away.

Heartbreak is all around. It feels closer when our world is unsure or when the Christmas spirit softens our heart and opens our eyes.  

It is a lonely road.   A difficult place to walk.


A path we once walked with our heads high has now crumbled beneath our feet.

But Still....

 


 The Sun Goes Down and It Comes Up.
 


We Were Buried and Now Are Alive!

The Part That Broke...That Died.   Has Now Produced a Harvest!



Hope That Comes After Or Through The Heartbreak.

Like words from the old song.

Give Them All.  Give Them All. Broken Dreams. Wounded Hearts.  Broken Toys.  Give Them All To Jesus and He will Turn Your Sorrow Into Joy. 


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