As a young kid I rarely attended
Sunday school or church with a mindset of actually learning who God is,
but rather a mindset of how many prizes I could earn for memorizing this
or that, or attending every Sunday and getting perfect attendance.
Halfway through junior high my focus switched some and I wanted to
learn more, but nothing really made me want to dig into things like I
hoped. Nothing made sense to me and I
didn't want to admit to those around me that the Confirmation class I
attended went over my head and I didn't have any interest in it.
Regardless, I went along with it, and became a member of my church,
said the words of accepting Christ, and all that went along with it.
Honestly, I don't know what all I agreed to that day, and to this day I
wonder what I have made promises because I was too afraid to say I
didn't want to partake. After this I
genuinely started attending both Sunday school and church out of my own
interest and desire rather than because I felt I had to. I attended Sunday school, church, high school youth group, and helped lead the junior high youth group as well.
I'm sure you're wondering why I mention all of this when it comes to getting through a broken heart. Well stick with me.
In this time I partook in at least 6 different sex and dating lessons
that were taught for both the junior high and high school groups.
While I believe they were well-intentioned discussions, they lost their
effect on me in explaining how to properly address a relationship when
it would occur, as well as how painful certain mistakes would be to make
that would shake anyone who has a heart for Christ (probably any person
with emotions, truly) to the very core of their being.
I so wish there were a way to better teach and explain the pain that
comes from not holding these ideas to be the best for our lives.
If at some point the Spirit reveals to me a way to minister in this
area, I will definitely jump on it, but that time has not yet come where
I feel I can clearly and effectively convey those lessons to those that
need to hear it.
No one explains any of the following:
In all of these things you don't think specifically of how you could be growing or hurting yourself.
Thankfully I knew my heart would need protecting in the time that I
felt the most weak and wouldn't be able to prevent myself from breaking
God's heart with my actions. I prayed God would protect my heart from
any of my poor decisions I would make in those moments (which He has
graciously done). But I look at this
experience and I had the hardest time understanding why after all of my
patient waiting and praying why God would allow such pain to pass over
me. Then one day when I felt my worst I had
this stillness come over me... Not out of being ok with where I was at,
but from hearing God's voice. He spoke to my heart. The pain of unrequited love is a heavy weight to bear even if the relationship only lasted 6 months.
The pain I felt from this experience was nothing compared to the amount
of unrequited love God receives every second of every day.
The pain I felt of the war between my flesh and my spirit was nothing
compared to how much pain God could experience at any point in time as a
result of any number of his children not acknowledging the love He
shares with them.
In experiencing a broken heart of this nature I looked everywhere for answers. The internet, my friends, prayers, everything I could possibly think of to help me understand how I messed up so much. I can't regret any of my past. If I did I wouldn't be forgiving myself and I wouldn't be accepting forgiveness from my Father. That was my biggest hurdle in figuring out how to find my new normal. I would forgive one portion of what had happened and then come back a few days later and still be caught up in it. I was grieving. Not just a small "boohoo" kind of grieving but a spirit-moaning deep genuine mourning for what I had experienced.
My heart felt like it had an anaconda gripping it for weeks on end, my
body ached as though I was experiencing the flu tenfold and it was
never going to end. My eyes felt as though
they had been pumped full of fluids and then glass had been placed under
my eyelids to scrape my eyeballs. I had never in my life experienced something so horrible in my life.
Even when I felt I wanted my life to end many years ago, nothing could
ever compare to the core-shattering pain I felt with this breakup. I awoke everyday praying for a hardening and understanding in my heart.
In asking this I found the book "Is God Saying He's the One?" by Susan Rohrer. While I don't think this got me over the heart issues fully, I do believe it helped bring me understanding of what happened.
The biggest and most helpful thing I gained from reading this book
would have to be the fact that free will is just that... Free will. My free will is never forced, just as in the same way the person I may be interested in is never forced in his free will.
No matter how much my idea lines up with God's desires, if the other
person does not have the same belief He will not force it just because I
beg Him to do so. That would lead to a bad
situation all around in the long run when you truly consider the
consequences of trying to force love on someone.
The 2nd most helpful thing from this book had to be the grieving process that was addressed.
Look for part 2 here.
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Just sharing a little bit about my life... A little at a time.... Trials, triumphs, pains, and joys. Travel along with me if you so choose as I learn to love like Jesus, grow closer to God, and see what God has to teach me. Bear with me and my random postings. Feel free to comment or share with others!!!
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Healing a Broken Heart (part 1)
A broken heart is a terrible, and I mean TERRIBLE, thing to experience. However, to be honest it is one of the best things that has ever happened to me when I look at it from a spiritual standpoint.
Some of what I say in this post will not be what most people will want
to hear, but the process of making it through the grieving and
spirit-breaking that I experienced have shaped me into who I am now. So, bear with me as I share with you my grueling and painful experience, and the lessons I have learned.
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