Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
I was grieving—
alone in prayer
when I sensed the Spirit
asking me to place my breaking heart
into God’s hands.
With some hesitation,
I responded to this strange request.
What I saw next surprised me.
I expected that God might mend my broken heart,
or at least hold it together.
Instead, God took and held my breaking heart
and gently broke it all the way open.
I was startled. But curious.
My sense was that God
was breaking through the hardness of my defenses,
in order to break my heart all the way open.
God was breaking through the hard outer crusts
to expose the hidden softness.
I saw it then, how I was being invited,
in the midst of my grief,
to become bread in God’s hands.
I was being asked to surrender myself
to being broken open—
so that the softness of my heart, now laid bare,
might be offered to others hungry for love.
This post is from Juanita’s book: Grace Rises