When God Heals the Broken Hearts

Luke Ch. 6
43 “A good tree can’t produce bad fruit, and a bad tree can’t produce good fruit. 44 A tree is identified by its fruit. Figs are never gathered from thornbushes, and grapes are not picked from bramble bushes. 45 A good person produces good things from the treasury of a good heart, and an evil person produces evil things from the treasury of an evil heart. What you say flows from what is in your heart"

What does this mean if your broken and moldy heart has good intentions? What does this mean for the one who feels so out of place and confused? Is there a place in between the evil heart and the good? Because that is where I seem to find myself.

The irony is that I, like many others, I'm sure, have the best of intentions. We don't do things out of pure malice because we only want to tear someone else apart. We don't do things simply out of hatred or rebellion. But still we find ourselves outside of where we know God is at. We find in our hearts a burning pain, searing with the guilt we have for thinking or acting or doing the things we know we shouldn't. Sometimes it's poor behavior. Sometimes its the things we say. Sometimes its what we watch or listen to. Sometimes it's where we go.

And in all of this we find that our hearts are broken. Shattered intentions lie around us intermingled with the pieces of our hearts that have fallen to the ground. Picking up pieces seem to make things worse as we find ourselves holding on to shards of our life that we can't seem to let go of -- and that are ripping us apart as we hold on ever tighter.

God, why can't I let go of the pieces? Why are there things that I hold on to that are self-destructive? Why do I keep holding on to some kind of pride because I think I'm above that rule or outside of that guideline? Really, what makes me any different than the next guy? And more importantly, what makes me think that I can be whomever and not affect people in a negative way?

God knows what my heart is hurting for, and really, that's all that matters. There are all kinds of possibilities right now, and He knows how those could and would affect me. He knows what things would be a good fit, what things would break me, and what things are simply out of the question.

And for now, I'm working hard to let go of those pieces. To let God heal a broken heart.