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Time can heal a broken heart
but it can also break a waiting heart.
~ Unknown
The box thing (see Outside of the box) isn’t working so well. It’s just not in my nature to compartmentalize my feelings. In fact, I wear pretty much all my emotions on my sleeve. And now I’m nursing a broken heart. I’ve known heartache over the years, but never at this magnitude. While I wait for time to heal it, it continues to break as it waits — for healing, for dreams to come true, for promises to be kept. For time to pass. In any case, time has slowed to a crawl for this grieving heart. “They” purport that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But what about the part of you that dies as you keep on living? The part no one can see? I wish there was an easy fix, but apparently time is in no hurry and the journey isn’t over.
Has time healed or broken your heart?
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Aug 13, 2013 @ 13:44:17
Time doesn’t heal it, but beauty and joy can offer soothing as can learning new things. Don’t force it, some days will be better than others. Laughter stops hurting and heals. Nature is a balm.
Aug 13, 2013 @ 16:57:22
Beautifully expressed, Beth Anne, thank you for reaching out. Another friend of mine responded that time dims the memories to create the capacity for healing. As I wait, I need to keep my eyes and heart open to the balm of joy and laughter. ~ Chris
Sep 04, 2013 @ 15:27:40
Remember that what dies has the capacity to create new life. A seed must first be planted in the womb of the earth and die before it brings forth fresh life and exquisite beauty. The difficult places and even the agonies we suffer will, over time, serve us very well—if we respond to them properly. Only God can guide us along the path to genuine healing without adopting counterfeit coping mechanisms, without “stuffing” our pain, without becoming cynical or bitter. We must visit with our grief, look at it squarely, acknowledge it, experience it—and then make the decision, again and again, to get up, get dressed, move forward and live! Only God can give us the strength and wisdom to do that. I am coming out of one of the darkest, most desperate times of my life; and just now joy, life, beauty, passion and purpose is beginning to freshly bud. I am healing, the sun is beginning to shine and the trauma, grief, anguish, uncertainty and fear that I thought I would never recover from have instead served to fill me with tenderness, compassion, kindness and benevolence.
For those who acknowledge God, cry to Him for help, walk with Him and allow Him to truly heal their broken hearts, there is life after suffering—a life of matchless joy and abundance strangely and divinely wrought in the womb of agony and grief.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” (Psalm 23:4)
Sep 06, 2013 @ 12:50:45
Vickie ~ thank you for sharing your thoughts and experience. I, too, am coming out of a cold and dark valley, the second biggest one of my life … the key words: coming out of. Thank God He walks with those who humbly take His hand. ~ Chris