Confessions of a broken heart

So here I am at the brink of new beginnings, a new building (our home), and blessing beyond measure and yet the nagging sadness remains. You could never  prepare for the merciless blow of losing a loved one, whether you see it coming or not -death has no consideration. I know so many can relate because they have offered that age-old adage to me “time will heal all wounds.” 
While time is helping, I think healing must be pursued and sought after, Im not so sure it happens naturally or by accident. Sometimes broken hearts don’t heal back correctly, kinda like a broken arm not set after the fracture, it will heal but won’t look, feel or even function the same.
So what’s the solution? Besides joining a broken hearts club! I’ve decided….embrace it. No use in fighting it or hiding from it, the ever looming sadness still casts its dark shadow over my heart. Walking around with a sackcloth over my head like in Old Testament times is tempting! Truth be told, just journaling it right here and right now feels freeing and healing. In fact, this blog has stemmed out of my grief, a creative outlet and escape giving my mind a resting place. Y’all are the best, the true keepers of my heart, even if it is broken! 
So I purpose a toast…to the pursuit of healing!
The Good Book is always a source of encouragement and hope: 
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” 
(Ps 34:18)
(man, is He ever close to broken hearts, seeing as how he had the ultimate broken heart)
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Hey, I'mMaria

A Christian, married to an insanely gifted and talented Marine husband, mother to Gideon (15), Boaz (10) and our rainbow baby, Shiloh. I’m actually an R.N turned accidental photographer, currently living in Fredericksuburg, Va after completing our final tour in Okinawa Japan. You'll find travel, Jesus, and lifestyle posts here on the Journal.


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