How have you been praying lately? Praying with words you think you should say or praying from where you are and being totally honest with God about what’s going on inside your heart?
When we pray, we want to come to God with sweet flowing words. Words full of faith. Words as sweet as honey. Because He deserves them all and we, His children, all we want is just to please Him.
And sometimes, we hide that creeping loneliness or that brokenness in our soul… afraid that God would not be pleased with such offering.
“Would God think I don’t have enough faith?”
“Would He be disappointed at my weakness?”
“Will He think I`m worthless and I don’t deserve His love?”
I don`t come with profound words that could make a little poetry book… Not with the usually bubbly tone that shouts “Daddy!” as I run to Him from afar. I come with my little offering in my hands–and a very unlikely offering at that. I come with shattered, broken pieces in my hands.
I know God accepts hearts that are offered to Him. I know He accepts prayers whispered to Him. But how about broken hearts? Would Daddy accept the broken little heart offered by His daughter’s hands?
Daddies Love To Fix Everything That’s Broken
When little children break something, they hesitate to come to Dad. We fear how he would react. Will he get angry? Is he gonna blame me? We have these things running in our minds. Perhaps a little afraid. Ashamed.
But Daddies… they’re always ready to fix Barbie’s broken leg. Untie that knot on our rubber shoes. Glue to fix that little chip on the vase. Hammer. Screw. Cut. Forgive. And hold to heal that little broken heart. Until the pain fades away. Until the tears dry up and loneliness melts away.
Just like Jesus. Just like our Heavenly Father.
I love that story of the boy who tangled up his shoelaces on Max Lucado’s book, Next Door Savior.
My friend Roy used to sit on a park bench for a few minutes each morning. He liked to watch the kids gather and play at the bus stop. One day he noticed a little fellow, maybe five or six years of age, struggling to board the bus. While others were climbing on, he was leaning down, frantically trying to disentangle a knotted shoestring. He grew more anxious by the moment, frantic eyes darting back and forth between the shoe and the ride. All of a sudden it was too late. The door closed. The boy fell back on his haunches and sighed. That’s when he saw Roy. With tear-filled eyes he looked at the man on the bench and asked “Do you untie knots?” Jesus loves that request.
So, even when I come with shattered, broken pieces in my hands. I know He wouldn’t turn me away.
He wants to fix those broken pieces and make it whole again.
I know that He sees through this broken heart . And I know He understands the tears.
So come to Him. And take off that mask. He sees through your heart anyway. And He understands.
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18