A Hurting Heart

Does your heart ever hurt?  I’m not talking of indigestion, angina, or the onset of a heart attack.  I’m asking if it hurts from loneliness, tragedy, suffering, being broken over a relationship, or just being brokenhearted?  It’s kind of a rhetorical question isn’t it?  Maybe a better question is what does your heart break over?  What causes your heart and mine to literally ache? 

Some days I need to look into my heart and ask that question.  Sometimes God’s Word asks it for me.  We really don’t like to dwell on painful things so consequently we skirt the tough questions.  Questions like, can I really make a difference in my world when we see so much pain all around us.  If I really, really sold out to Jesus what would my life look like?  If I gave myself to meet and reach a hurting world what would God do to me, through me?

Now, I don’t consider myself an ‘old’ person, but yet I am, I guess, considered a ‘Senior’ citizen.  Just don’t want to admit that, you know?  In retrospect, I am getting older, and I seem to be getting more broken over things around me and this world around us whether across the street or in another nation.  It’s easy to blame it on my age, but is it really?  Or is it Jesus opening my eyes a little more each day like a newborn puppy.

So I see it more and more each day, a child who doesn’t have a home to grow up in as I did when I was young, with a Mom and Dad, and siblings to fight and play with.  A Mom who is trying to raise her children in a Christ honoring way without the support of a husband or a widow or widower who goes home to an empty house without ever hearing the phone ring.  That person in another country who has not been given all the ‘stuff’ that we enjoy each day and never will have those ‘things’?  Is my ‘stuff’ really that precious?  Does my schedule have to be kept to a tee?  Am I on my time or God’s time?  Is it His ‘stuff’ or mine?

I know I’ve been rambling a bit, but these are the thoughts swirling in my head right now.  Will I give up myself that I can be His servant?  I have to remember I didn’t write and choose my job description, He did.  I just have to be willing to fill it.