I will admit, I hadn't suffered many heart breaks until I learned that my daughter's heart was literally broken (along with all her DNA), unless you count the time I didn't make cheerleading in 6th grade. But one of the things that I am learning on this journey is that everyone suffers heartbreak of some form or another, even though most people think they've cornered the market--that their pain is the worst. Like my stylist (who is a good person, btw)...she really thought that since I had a "man" who doesn't lie, steal, or cheat, that I didn't know suffering. I, on the other hand, am pretty convinced that losing a child is the trump card.
A couple of weeks ago, our sermon was about how God uses only the things we care about to change us. That He messes with our family, our money, and our self image...to better our hearts and make us dependent on Him. I have said it before, but we are thankful for the brokeness....not that Lilah suffers or that we face losing her, but the change that has come with having our world rocked. There is blessing in brokeness. A revelation of truth and importance. A heart bound to it's Maker. A heart that knows loss and hurt well, but knows love and mercy even better.
So here's to broken hearts...and a good man.:)