I would have never understood that statement if I had not experienced it myself. I was a smoldering wick on a candle, a bruised reed. Jesus was sent to heal the broken-hearted. A broken-hearted person is not just someone who has a hurt in his or her heart; no, a person that is broken-hearted is one who has been broken deeply inside and doesn't know how to function or even handle life as life is. Think about it. The symbol for a broken heart is a heart cracked down the middle, in two halves. I was broken in two halves. I remember my mother and my sister would say, "The problem with Teresa is, she just doesn't know how to live." They were right, I didn't. I was broken like Humpty Dumpty, who took a great fall, but no king's horses came to put me back together again.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
My new book Forever Changed: A Story of God's Transforming Power
A bruised reed He will not break, and a dimly burning wick He will not quench. Isaiah 42:3
I would have never understood that statement if I had not experienced it myself. I was a smoldering wick on a candle, a bruised reed. Jesus was sent to heal the broken-hearted. A broken-hearted person is not just someone who has a hurt in his or her heart; no, a person that is broken-hearted is one who has been broken deeply inside and doesn't know how to function or even handle life as life is. Think about it. The symbol for a broken heart is a heart cracked down the middle, in two halves. I was broken in two halves. I remember my mother and my sister would say, "The problem with Teresa is, she just doesn't know how to live." They were right, I didn't. I was broken like Humpty Dumpty, who took a great fall, but no king's horses came to put me back together again.
I would have never understood that statement if I had not experienced it myself. I was a smoldering wick on a candle, a bruised reed. Jesus was sent to heal the broken-hearted. A broken-hearted person is not just someone who has a hurt in his or her heart; no, a person that is broken-hearted is one who has been broken deeply inside and doesn't know how to function or even handle life as life is. Think about it. The symbol for a broken heart is a heart cracked down the middle, in two halves. I was broken in two halves. I remember my mother and my sister would say, "The problem with Teresa is, she just doesn't know how to live." They were right, I didn't. I was broken like Humpty Dumpty, who took a great fall, but no king's horses came to put me back together again.
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