Approximately 151 million Valentine’s Day cards are exchanged industry-wide (not including packaged kids’ valentines for classroom exchanges), making Valentine’s Day the second-largest holiday for giving greeting cards. Not many of those cards, I bet, reflect the poetry of a broken heart. Broken hearts don’t sell cards or candy on Valentines Day. After the red and pink are packed away, broken hearts sculpted by disease, financial disaster, bereavement, poverty, bad choices, remain regardless of the holiday.
What’s to be done with this broken heart? As the next celebration rolls around and the broken heart still suffocates happiness from emerging out of hiding and the constant existence of turmoil, loss, pain, and struggle, seem to constrict any chance of healing, how does one regain footing?
At this very moment, I almost feel counterfeit that I should try to convey suffering when some of my dearest friends are experiencing unspeakable trials: the deep waters, rivers, and valleys spoken of in scripture.
. During the suffering of these “various trials” (James 1:2) cling to “I am with you.”
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep you over.
When you walk through the fire
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.”
. When the sorrow and pain becomes much to bear, gather godly reinforcement to help fight the battle shoulder to shoulder. Godly reinforcements help hold hands high, heavenly high, for we are members one of another. Moses, Aaron, and Hur set the bar high for this example. Godly counsel can never replace the comfort found in resting fully with God; but carry each other’s burdens.
. Offer up to God what moves us to bended knee. In the beginning of Psalm 13, King David wrestles with his afflictions and sorrow, expresses his discouragement through prayer, petitions God for mercy and perseverance during his time of peril. By the end of the psalm David acknowledges his confidence in God’s sovereignty and unfailing love. David’s pleas become praises.
A broken heart matters to the King of hearts. The dawn will break, the darkness will lift, and our eyes will open to see our hands lifted high, and lips uttering, “Why not me? ” rather than “Why me?” When the rushing rivers of sorrow attempt to swallow us and the depth of our distress abysmal, God is our anchor through it all.