A Wounded Heart

When my oldest daughter, Aimee Beth, was a little girl she would sometimes get in trouble.  I always just walked her to her room and told her to stay there until I came and got her – she was instructed to think about what she had done.  Several times when I did this, she would look up at me, tears running down her face, bottom lip puffed out and say, “Mommy, you’re breaking my heart!”  It was all I could do not to cave right then and there.

We’ve all gone through having our heart broken, whether it’s from  breaking up with your first love, a fight with your parents because they just don’t understand you, a friend’s betrayal, a child’s rebellion, a spouse’s hurtful words or actions.  These are common things really, they happen to everyone at some time in their life. 

How do we get through these dark times and come through to the other side unscarred?  Truth is, we can’t, not on our own steam.  That’s why there are so many successful therapists today – not that I’m knocking therapy, that’s not the case at all.  I believe that counseling can truly help.  But, for me, there has to be more.

I have a wounded heart today.  It’s not the first time, nor will it be the last.  As I was driving to work this morning, I was praying that God would help me through it, that He would give me wisdom.  Immediately I was reminded of an old song that Wayne Watson (anybody remember him?) sang:  Friend of a Wounded Heart.  The chorus goes like this:

Jesus, He meets you where you are.
           Oh, Jesus, He heals your secret scars         
   All the love you're longing for is Jesus
The friend of a wounded heart.

Psalm 147:3 says, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

This where I am today – at the feet of Jesus, asking my Father to heal my wounded heart.