I never thought you could actually die of a broken heart. But the more suffering I see, the more I have been wondering–some have simply seen too much. . And I have been amazed at the resilience of the human heart.
And I have come to this conclusion: when all is said and done, when we don’t understand, we can still hold on to the God who makes the sun rise every single morning.
And I remember this incredibly difficult-to-swallow truth:
We each choose the story we tell ourselves.
Please stop reading if you are offended at this point. I need to be raw and real today. And it is time for the what ifs…
What if our broken heart is a gift to ourselves and the world because it makes us compassionate, kind and oh so very real? Approachable?
What if our pain reminds us to be pro-active instead of reactive, because life is short, and precious and we only get one?
What if our loss causes us to learn to hold sacred what we have left? Like hands, and eyes and breath and laughter?
What if our suffering is the necessary teacher that shows us the profound lesson that we need to serve more, love more, listen more , be kinder, because it’s all about beautiful fragile human beings, and we are all in the same boat?
Whether we like it or not, we do choose how we frame our experiences… May I see through His eyes.
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