The other day, I sat in a room full of people and wondered about their smiling faces and why their smiles disappeared so quickly.
I knew some of the people were struggling with “things”, but, I wondered if I had been allowed to listen to the hearts of everyone in the room, what would I have heard?
Would I have heard hearts breaking? Would it have overwhelmed me?
We all have to deal. We all have to function when times get tough.
Some of their stories I knew. Some may have been hiding the pain. Some may have been wishing someone else knew what they were going through. And some may have been wishing someone else had their troubles. Many broken hearts, I imagine, were wishing someone would make their pain go away.
No one goes through this life without heartbreak.
For humankind, this may be the tie that binds, the glue that bonds. Heartbreak.
In my own times of crisis and broken-heartedness, I like to think of myself as the insides of a sandwich.
God’s hand on one side, God’s other hand on the other side. Me? Gently sandwiched between love and power.
“You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me”. (Psalm 139:5, NIV)
Do you ever wonder if there is a deeper story when those who are hired to serve you (i.e., cashier, bankteller, receptionist, health professionals) are rude?