“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”
I leaned over in the garden and picked up the broken pieces. They were scattered all around me. When I finally gathered all of the pieces in one place, I stared at them. How was I going to put them back together again? Like Humpty Dumpty, they looked beyond repair. The terra cotta pot I had dropped had broken into a million little pieces. Just like my heart, I thought to myself.
“God, I’ve been here before,” I prayed. “I’ve known heartbreak many times. Each time, I think I won’t survive it—that there is no way I’ll put the pieces back together again.”
“I know, Sparrow,” God said as He put His hand on my shoulder to comfort me. “I know.”
I didn’t fight the tears that fell as I walked the broken pot to the garbage can. When I lifted the lid, I wished I could throw my heart away, too, so that it would never hurt again.
“Your heart will go on,” God assured me.
I giggled in spite of my tears. “You’ve been watching Titanic again, haven’t you?” I smiled and wiped my nose on my sleeve.
I’m pretty sure God smiled back. “Why don’t you talk to your heart?” He asked me.
“Okay, I’ll do that. ‘Heart, what’s all this breaking into pieces stuff about?'”
I swear, my heart answered me and said, “I have to break in order to open.” I was stunned!
God patted me on my head like I was a little child. “See?” He said. “Your heart is smarter than you think. And stronger than you know.”
I walked back to the garden and sat down and pondered the wisdom of my heart. It has to break in order to open. In that instant, I could hear the birds singing on the wire above me. I felt the sun with her soft winter’s touch. I heard the leaves of the magnolia tree rustling on the breeze. And I knew. Yes, I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that my heart would go on.