Break our hearts with what breaks Yours....

These are such easy words to say and sing and even think, but actually kind of dangerous.  God takes every thought we have seriously and if we say/sing something He takes us up on it!

Sometimes i wish i could just wrap the hurting world  in a nice warm blanket, give a cup of tea and make it all right again.  But i can't. 

Last night a lady in our village was attacked by her husband - in the face.  In her eye actually, with a gaping wound and puffed-up eye to prove it.  I am sure that my Father's heart was broken at the sight of her......and mine too.  A clean wound, nicely "stitched-up" is all fine, but she needs so much more, she needs love, God's love and to know that He loves her..........and that His heart breaks for her.

This past week either a crazy guy or a jealous malicious person set fire to 7-8 families harvested maize....a whole year's food gone.  There is no back-up plan here.  There is no more rain until December.  My Father's heart is aching for the people, but they pray to their dead ancestors, they bend their knees on the cold floor of the mosque......my heart is broken. 

But i am not God, i have only a small heart!  How will i be able to take it? my heart cries out.  Then i see Jesus!  What a man!  What a God!  He looks at the crowds and even though He is tired and dusty and in need of rest, His heart was filled with compassion.  He wept at other times.  He was filled with righteous anger at what the leaders did to the temple!  He lived fully, experiencing heartache every day, because He knew that there is more, so much more from God for each of His people and they miss it, or mess it up. 

But how did He keep it up?  (Well, of course, He is God) but still, what did Jesus do?  No Me-Timeout, No self help books read in spare time, no.  He made Time to spend with the Father, to be filed again and again.  And so must i.  Fill me with Your love and Hope and Joy!

Bella, heartbroken but Hopeful.