Updated: Jan 31
I have learned and been told that hurt people hurt people. We do it unintentionally at times, but out of our own brokenness, we cut down, lash out, and offend.
One time when I was praying God showed me this ...
On the floor was a broken bottle, the glass shards were scattered. They were still beautiful as glass is, but the pieces had sharp jagged edges. Some large and some mere splinters of pieces. As I reached to pick up a piece, with the intent to help clean up and put the bottle back together, I heard God say... be careful how you try to pick up those pieces.
We are God's vessels, bottles of sorts pottered by the Master Himself. But at times, events happen that harden us and sometimes even that leave us shattered. There are moments where our hearts feel scattered on the floor in a hundred pieces. I am not sure why, maybe because we hope/know they will love us regardless, but we often lash out at the people who are closest to us as they try to help us pick up those pieces.
There are two sides I have learned to this... one, keeping your own heart soft as to not shatter and two, seeking to be there for someone whose heart feels shattered.
Keeping your own heart soft.
A soft heart can't shatter. A hardened heart can.
Many things can harden our hearts... I've seen how bitterness, unforgiveness, and hurt have done it to mine. In turn, I've seen how I have said slick words, unkind remarks, and rude actions without meaning too. It says in the Word, that out of the abundance of our heart, the mouth speaks. When our heart holds things not of God, from it flows words that do not honor Him or uplift others. I know in my own life I repent (and need to more often) and seek God for healing, continually praying for God to soften my heart.
When you seek to love others whose hearts feel shattered, these are some truths I know...
God mends and is close to the brokenhearted. God is the one true, healer, but as we seek to help someone else by being His hands and feet, I believe it's important to remember that it is like handling glass. Fragile and sharp at it's points. I wonder if it is as we pray, fast and seek to love someone the pieces are softened to clay, mold-able in God's hands again. I know we are called to extend grace and mercy when we are hurt by someone else, the same way God extends it to us unconditionally. I know our fight is not against flesh and blood, but against the enemy. I know the Lord hears our prayers for our loved ones.