How to Make a Broken Heart Count
I stared uncomprehendingly across the table as he repeated his previous sentence, “I just don’t know if I can be faithful to you for the rest of our lives.” Suddenly, I felt an unfamiliar feeling. Instead of being drawn to this man, my first love and fiancé, I felt the need to flee. My ears heard my mouth form the words, “Then I guess I can’t marry you,” as I stood and walked out of the student union.
In the exhaustion of hours of mid-finals study, my tired mind and thudding heart could hardly grasp what had just happened. Not only had I allowed myself to love deeply and completely, but I was convinced that marrying this man was God’s plan for me. I was smitten with the way he had let me into his world when so many others were excluded. I loved that he was a musician who expressed his feelings with the notes from his fingers and the sound of his song. I couldn’t believe that I was the one that he had chosen, and I felt utterly connected to him.
Until that moment.
When it all shattered.
Where once I felt loved, I now felt rejected. Where once I felt secure, I felt rocked. Where once I felt sure of my happy future, the future seemed bleak and unlit.
I suffered alone in misery, believing that this set-back was temporary and that he’d come around. Finally, one night at mid-night, after the realization of the finality set in, I called my parents wordlessly sobbing. My panicked father finally calmed me enough to hear the story, and he gently asked, “Amy, are you ok? Are you going to hurt yourself?”
I responded, “I’m not going to hurt myself, but I wouldn’t get out of the way of a speeding bus either.”
That despair lasted for months. The fog just wouldn’t seem to lift. I kept trying to reach out to fix things, but the relationship was too broken. There was nothing to do but move on, and I just couldn’t seem to do it. I continued through exams and my activities with a plastic smile covering a broken heart. I even went to church, going through the spiritual motions, but instead of turning to God for healing, I withdrew inside.
One night, alone in my apartment, I felt God drawing me. At first I resisted. Finally, with a sense of needing to get the worst over (I was convinced that God was angry with me for pushing Him away), I laid flat on the rug of my bedroom with my face to the floor. I waited for God’s wrath but what I experienced, in a way that I’ve never felt before or since, was the overwhelming, physical presence of God’s Love. He surrounded me, enveloped me, comforted me and began healing me.
Twenty-five years later, I think back to those devastating days with a wry smile. That younger version of myself, rejected by her first love, thought that things couldn’t get better. Today I know that God rescued me from myself. He saved me from a decision to join my life with someone who was shattered himself and would have left my life in pieces behind him.
The future that seemed so bleak all those years ago has turned out to be bright—not perfect, but definitely joyful. Jesus was there through every painful step of those early days of break-up. As my friend Tracie Miles says in her beautiful book, Your Life Still Counts, “God wants to use our past for a specific purpose.” He truly used a heartbreak to do good things in me. In the place of a sorrowful heart, He gave a heart of compassion for those who have felt rejection and hurt. He has given me a devoted, loving husband, two amazing boys, and purpose in my ministry work. Although I couldn’t see it then, God’s goodness was there cupping His loving hands around my broken heart and shaping something beautiful.
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My teenage son is making many bad decisions and his heart is not on good things. I am feeling ( and he has pointed out) that my efforts when he was younger did not really make any difference. I am feeling like my chance to influence him to be a good person was wasted. I’m hoping God will not let his heart be wasted and turn my mistakes into good.
Vicki, I’m so sorry it took so long for me to respond to your comment. I want to encourage you that no matter how things look right now, you’re efforts to raise your son in a godly way are not wasted. Scripture tells us, “Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.” (Prov. 22:6 NIV) I think that promise doesn’t guarantee a smooth, straight road, but the truths you planted in his heart when He was young WILL make a difference in his life. None of us are perfect parents, but I’m thankful we can turn our children over to our Perfect Father with complete confidence. I’m praying for you and your son right now. You’re not alone!
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Nice message Amy!
My life still counts! Thank you for the reminder. Have really needed to hear that lately.
Not interested in winning – though I am sure Tracie has written a good book. Just wanted to say this is such a good post, Amy.
And your hubby is so the one for you. 🙂
You’re so right, Rachel! Hugs to you, my friend!!
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My brother in law is going through a rough time on the brink of divorce and he is heart broken. I would like to give him this book.
God never wastes any part of our lives and He knows what we need better than we do! Thanks for sharing!
God has used every broken relationship to give me freedom, clarity and wisdom that I couldn’t have or see when I was holding it together in my own desperation.
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So living this right now. After eight months of flailing in the darkness of my husband’s rejection, I am coming back into the light. So grateful for all God is doing with my broken heart. Thanks, Amy
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Love this Amy!!! Great word!
Amy, this is so powerful. Thank you for sharing!
How wonderful to know that God can make something good come from even difficult and painful times in our lives!
Knowing that not one year is wasted is such great comfort. So are your words…thank you!