Comfort for the Brokenhearted
There was my boy, smile wide, accepting the first place prize for the rock climbing competition in his age group. I was so incredibly happy and proud, yet my heart was breaking. See, it was a year ago my best friend told me to let him give up soccer if he wanted to so he could pursue his new passion – rock climbing.
“But I don’t think it’s enough exercise,” the homeschool mom in me argued. “And it’s not a team sport.”
She laughed. “Of course it’s enough exercise. He’s an outgoing guy. You don’t need to make him be social anymore.”
At that point I had already paid for fall soccer, so he played. But when he got his year pass to the climbing gym in November, I decided it was time to let my Noah be himself.
He thrived. Tammy was right.
So, I cried yet again all the way home thinking of all the truth she would have told me in the past two months.
When Jeff and I couldn’t seem to get along the second week of April, she would have reminded me he was stressed out, like he is every year, finishing taxes and it will pass. And it did.
When I was over-the-top anxious the day before testing started she would have said, “Don’t worry. It’s rough the first day, but it’ll all work out. It always does.” And it has.
And when a million doubts overtook me yesterday morning wondering if the publisher’s readers are reading The Deceived yet, if they like it, and if I’ll get a contract, she would have said, “Just keep praying. You’re a great writer. God will open the door in His time.”
I wanted so badly to send her the video of Noah accepting the prize along with “You were right.” But I couldn’t. And I wondered how many things I’m going to mess up in the future because I don’t have the person who knows me better than myself to shove me in the right direction.
Last night I wanted to pray, but the only words I had were, “God, I miss her.”
This morning I woke wondering how I’ll get through this. One day I almost feel okay like I tell people I do and the next I feel so wrecked and broken. So I opened my Bible app and there was the verse of the day.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.”
Psalms 34:18 NLT
As the words washed over me, God whispered to my heart, “You’ll get through because I’m here. It doesn’t matter how long your heart is broken or how often you feel crushed. I am still here.”
I guess that’s all we really need to know. That in our hardest times, through our deepest hurts, even when the sympathies end and everyone else’s life seems to be back to normal, God never tires of our tears. He’s there with open arms to comfort us time and time again. He never thinks, “Aren’t you over that yet?” because He knows the depth of our pain. He can see our battered heart. He will always care.
I’m learning to ask myself each day “what do I need to get through this?” Sometimes it’s time with my man, sometimes it’s advice or prayers from one of the many women of God in my life. Sometimes it’s hours of writing about my grief and struggles in my next book, The Beloved. Today I’m reminded it’s the Holy Spirit. He’ll be my great comforter. He’ll give me the wisdom I need when I ask. He’ll pray for me when my words are lacking.
Dear friend, whatever your struggle might be, the answer is the same. He is close to the brokenhearted. He rescues the crushed in Spirit. And He is reaching out to you today. Won’t you meet Him where you’re at? That’s truly the way to comfort and peace in the midst of pain.