Sometimes I think we’ve become so far removed from the human condition of suffering. I wonder if it is because we run from how much we are really hurting. We try to stuff the pain away… set it on a shelf somewhere, drag our hearts through the rubble so that we can survive. In doing so, our hearts become calloused… we come out of touch with reality, our own reality. We are so wounded… bleeding all over the place and sometimes the message that can be perceived convinces us that we need to “get it together” so that we can be something for someone else. I believe God is interested in US… in our bleeding hearts. I’m reminded of Jesus… He was on His way to do some mission, someone needed Him… and during His transition He was in the midst of a crowd and suddenly He said, who touched me? Here was this woman who I’m sure desperately needed His touch. As she reached for His garment she was healed. Somewhere within that story, I cant help but wonder if Jesus heard her… heard her spirit, heard her bleeding heart, heard what was going on on the inside of her. I’m sure He did, I’m thoroughly convinced that He saw and knew everything the woman felt and He stopped for her because He knew. I believe He feels the same way about us… He sees and He knows ALL… AND He will stop for us. Dont be afraid to reach for Him… even in the times when it seems like He’s not even there…He hears the unspoken.
God is Close to the Brokenhearted