Anne Peterson

Healing words for wounded souls.

He’s Close to the Broken-Hearted


            Photo Courtesy of Jessica Peterson.

No one likes pain. But it is a necessary part of life. And loss is one of the most excruciating pains.

But we can have this confidence which helps us when we experience pain. When our hearts are broken, we can know God cares.

It may not feel as if he cares. After all, couldn’t he have stopped whatever happened to cause us this pain? And if we’re missing a loved one, isn’t God the one who took them?

It’s times like these when we have to hold onto the truth. Let the truth dictate our thoughts. If we let our emotions drive our train, it will get derailed.

Many of us will sit around tables today. And while we’re thankful for so many things, seeing empty chairs is not one of them.

So then, what do we do?

Focus is everything

Focus on what you have.

Focus on what you had.

Engage your heart in the process. Your broken, hurting heart.

Thank God

Look past how you feel and thank God for what he’s given you.

Some people have never experienced a love like we did. Whether we’re talking about our mom, our dad, even our spouse.

Some have never experienced intimacy.

And that’s precisely why it hurts so much when we lose them.

Loss I know. Having lost many loved ones. But God is moving me into a wonderful area. God is showing me what he can bring out of those losses.

And believe me, I never thought gratitude was one of them, but it is.

And so I thank God for the times I did have with my family members who are now gone.

Only God can comfort

If you have empty arms, only God can soothe that pain.

But the truth is, this is not all there is.

If your loved one knew Jesus, you will see them in glory.

White-knuckling through is hard. Why not let your tears fall and praise God through them.

That is the sacrifice of praise. Praising God because he’s worthy of praise. Not for what he can do for us.

God is worthy of praise

And if you can’t praise him with your mouth right now, that’s okay.

Just hang onto his outstretched hand.

He’s close to the broken-hearted. He has to be close, he’s catching every tear you shed.

I Also Feel Their Pain

God, how can you be loving
and still allow such pain?
Everywhere my eyes can look,
the suffering’s the same.
Do you have a purpose

I simply cannot see?
How can you allow such pain
and still be loving me?

And then my Lord looks over
and answers tenderly,

I didn’t stop the hands that drove
the nails through my Son.
It isn’t that I didn’t see;
I felt each single one.
When those you love are suffering,
I still remain the same.
For when my children hurt at all,
I also feel their pain.

About Anne Peterson

I write words you can feel, sometimes they rhyme. If I'm not writing, I'm telling stories from my head, to little ones who call me grandma.

4 Replies

    1. Thanks Teresa, for reading and for your comment.

  1. Shariel D Guthrie

    Your words have truly encouraged me on today. Thank you & God Bless You.

    1. Shariel,
      Thank you for your comment. I’m glad you felt encouraged.

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