Broken Open

I use to fear a broken heart. I built concrete walls to guard myself. A man-made fortress to protect me from harm. It did not shield from cold and lonely things. It blocked out all the Light.

Isolated, so far away from You. Alone. Empty. Void. The nothingness of fear.

My heart withered and was broken as it fell from that lofty, lonely place. The very thing I feared was the very thing I needed. What I thought would kill me has allowed me to grow.

I am broken… open to the very depth of me. Now God’s love can flow in me and flow through me… and now I am restored.