Father, May I? – Braveheart – May 25th

Father, May I Be Brokenhearted?
May 25, 2021

Braveheart

Psalm 147:3, ‘He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.’ (CSB)

In the midst of so many of life’s battles that have been waged this past year, a thick film of apathy seems to have coated people’s hearts. We once bled for each other; we once wrapped our arms around each other’s waists and limped to the finish line. Now we fail to even turn in our seats to let our mouths drop open when someone is assaulted, endangered, hurt, brokenhearted. What has happened to us? Worse yet, what will become of us?
We are called to have ‘our hearts broken for what breaks His’. When was the last time your breath caught in your chest, when you couldn’t breathe because of what you witnessed someone else go through? I feel many days lately I cannot breathe. I feel like if I begin to cry, I might never stop, that if the scream lodged in my throat breaks free, I might never quit. I am hyperventilating on hysteria and my contact lenses have a permanent film dried on them from all the tears. But I’m afraid that it is due to introversion. Are all eyes on me? Have I become so numb to all that is happening around me that I am currently coming undone because I am worried for me and what I’m losing? Not what we all are losing? The world, the United States, my America, the one I no longer recognize, where the apathy coating and choking us—is it now found acceptable and common. Am I panicking for my own self or for what I fear is happening to more than just me? I’m afraid too much of my emotions are spent on me, and because I cannot change anything for anyone else, I am settling for not even attempting to change me.

Help me remember to stay pliable in Your hands, o God. Help me to remember to be changed for Your glory and for the good of those I love and even those who I don’t know. We are in a crisis and my heart hurts so I know His hurts too. He has been forced to remove His hands from us because He is a Gentleman God; He respects His creation too much to determine our choices for us. And currently we have chosen to be insolent bullies and brandish our way through life. Our choices make us, and they are. Making us. Fake. Fearless. Godless. Alone.

‘Is anyone crying for help? God is listening, ready to rescue you.
If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, He’ll help you catch your breath.
Disciples so often get into trouble; still, God is there every time.
He’s your bodyguard, shielding every bone, not even a finger gets broken.
The wicked commit slow suicide; they waste their lives hating the good.
God pays for each slave’s freedom; no one who runs to Him loses out.’
Psalm 34:17-22 – MSG

I want to know the Father’s opinion about everything!
Won’t you JOURNEY with me this month as we ask our Father, ‘MAY I?’’