Unbreak My Heart
When you read that title, you hear the words of Toni Braxton’s song.
Don’t leave me in all this pain
Don’t leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
Unbreak my heart
Say you love me again
We’ve all had some incidents cut into us like a surgical knife with no anesthesia applied, things that broke something deep inside, and we didn’t think we’d get past it. In fact, we put up walls so we wouldn’t be hurt again. When friends came along after the incident was over and rationalized with us to try again, we argued fiercely that we’d never venture out there again. We vowed to never try again, never believe again. We were determined to stay in the place of safety and not be made a fool of because being on the “Shame Show” is not fun.
Check out Mary and Martha when their brother Lazarus died. They believed in Jesus, that he was the Messiah. They fully embraced everything he taught. But then Lazarus died, and grief swooped in like a vulture and laid hold of them. They were in grief not only because their brother had died but also because Jesus didn’t show up in time to hold an intervention. And to top it off, the whole matter was made worse by the fact that when Jesus heard news that Lazarus was sick, he stayed in the neighboring town where he was and didn’t immediately go see about Lazarus—like they assumed he would do for a close friend. It was known that Jesus loved spending time with that whole family. It was after two days that he decided to leave, and when he arrived, Lazarus had been in the grave for FOUR DAYS!
There was grief all over the place. Grief in the living room, grief in the front yard, grief in the soup. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming—remember, she was the one with all the busy-bee energy, always had to be doing something, the bossy one in charge of everything, maybe had a bit of OCD—she went out to meet him. How did she meet him?
“Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died!” Oh, my! ACCUSATION. What was she really saying? “Unbreak my heart. I don’t understand. A real friend would have come earlier and would have done something.”
When her sister Mary saw Jesus—remember, she was the more spiritual one willing to drop her workload and sit at Jesus’ feet and hear the Word. The dishes and food could wait until later because she chose what was far more valuable. Even Mary, a true worshipper and disciple of the Word allowed her grief and tears to overcome her, and she met him with “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died!” A true worshipper gave in to grief and emotionalism and spit out ACCUSATION.
Doesn’t that remind you of Adam in the Garden of Eden after he had given in to Eve and had eaten the forbidden fruit and God asked him about it? (See Genesis 3.) Adam responded to God by saying “The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat.” So, it wasn’t Adam’s fault; it was God’s. Again, ACCUSATION!
Why do we react to difficult situations with accusation? Because we don’t like being the guilty party. We don’t like being in limbo, and we don’t like shame and failure. We’re angry when someone or some thing draws a big, black mark across the pretty picture of our lives. We feel like real happiness will never come. But when we rely on our own emotions to lead us into a life of happiness and it crumbles, hearts get broken, plans get shattered, futures become uncertain and we become blinded to whether or not there will ever be anything good for us again. When something gets taken from you, it hurts! Brokenness hurts. Unbreak my heart.
Don’t leave me in all this pain. Don’t leave me out in the rain. Come back and bring back my smile. Come and take these tears away. Unbreak my heart, say you love me again. But it’s difficult to go to The Fixer and say those things. Difficult to pray those prayers sometimes, especially when the walls of protection go up.
You have to let the walls down, or at least one brick. Show Him that you’re willing to hear what He has to say. Stop believing that He doesn’t care regardless of who’s responsible for the breakage in your life, and when you do, just know that your Father has a way of sneaking up on you, or sidling up to you in a fatherly way. He understands.
He understands what you’ve done and what someone else did to you. He understands your pain. He knows how you feel. He knows you’re confused. He knows how your mind works and what’s important to you, but He also knows that if you navigate life based on how you feel, you’ll shipwreck almost every time. Let Him wrap his arms around you and fill you up in the places where you’re broken. He will unbreak your heart.