Letter to a Broken Hearted Sister


“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” – Matthew 11:28-30

Broken. Broken. Broken.

We have all been broken. Born into a devastated world, products of sin. Hurt souls, hurting others. Our fragile human hearts lost without a hero for our stories. We look for wholeness, for peace in all the wrong places… in sex, food, shopping, drugs, alcohol, work, in other people, all idols of this world and our own making… anything we can find to numb the pain, to fill the empty hole inside us that never seems to go away. But these things will never be enough to fill us. Because the shape of that hole inside us only fits one thing…

Still we try on our own to fix things, to heal, desperately struggling to manage it all on our own. But year after year, generation after generation we repeat the same destructive cycles. Passing our own hurts onto our children and continuing the curse along. How do we end it? How do we stop? When will the pain no longer keep us locked in the bondage we’ve always known? We’re drowning, gasping for air and just as all seem lost forever… We meet Jesus.

And nothing will ever be the same again.

Well I have good news. Your story can have a happy ending. Because as we travel this broken road, there is One who holds our hand, One who has always held it, even when we denied and rejected Him with everything in us. Even then, He never left us. And that is why we’re still here. Because we know there is work to be done, children to raise, projects to finish, and lives to be lived. And we will NOT give up hope, not today, not tomorrow, or any day of the time we have on this earth no matter what life throws at us.

So what do we do with ourselves then, in the midst of all this sorrow and brokenness?

We let Jesus lead the way. Because whenever we try to do it ourselves, we get terribly lost. And so, we’ll get up again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, put on the full armor of God, and get back to work. Because of Him. And for Him.

Dear sister, you always have a choice in your life.

When it comes to pain and disappointment you can choose to let them destroy you or you can choose to be reborn again into something better. There’s a battle raging all around you and one side is struggling to turn your brokenness into beauty.

Which side are you fighting for?

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