Repairing Broken Hearts

Repairing Broken Hearts

My heart goes out to those in need

Sometimes I feel so sad.

And other times my anger flares

Mistreatment makes me mad.
I've seen so many broken hearts

More scarred than battered cheek

Abused with sharp and stabbing words

That make their future bleak.
But then through helpless eyes I see

Someone who lends them aid,

And shelters them from evils touch

And makes them not afraid.
Then thanks I give to God above

For those who do their part

Protecting those that stand in need

Repairing Broken Hearts.

I have been feelings down the past several years. I have found an outlet for me to express this anger, confusion and sadness I have felt most of my life. One thing that has saddened me for several years is the homeless that live in our city. They are people whose life has taken a bad turn. They are good people who have had bad luck. The stories they have shared about how they have reach this destination in their lives and the hopelessness they feel, makes my heart hurt. I remember as a child, my grandmother teaching me to always see myself as equal to whom ever I met, no matter their status. Whether they are important business men or homeless, never consider yourself to be more or less, but equal. I found it odd that if I met someone less fortune than me, I was to consider myself to be equal. And when I started to attend school, I was able to fit in with any crowd, the cheerleaders and the drug addicts, the rich and the poor. I was in High School, and there was a family of 9 children who lived on Big Slue Ditch on the east side of town. They all slept in a 2 bedroom house. They had a daughter who attended class with me. Every morning she would come to school smelling of the smoke from the wood that kept her warm the night before, wearing the same clothes she had on the day before and hair that didn't have a silky feel or look about it. Classmates would make fun of her, call her names and laugh at her. I noticed that every day at lunch she sat beside a tree in front of the lunchroom by herself. She never had a packed lunch with her and she never came to eat in the lunch room, she would just sit alone waiting for the bell to ring for her next class. I remember my grandmothers words, "see her as your equal." One day I just decided to be friendly to her, each time I passed her in the hall, saw her in class or anywhere on campus, I would smile and speak. At lunch, I sat down next to her beside her tree, I had packed a lunch that morning to share with her, and began a dialog of conversation. I ask if she would have lunch with me. She seemed rather puzzled, but agreed to eat what I had brought. It was the first time I had seen her smile all year. We enjoyed our sandwich, chips and cupcake, our conversation was brief and we went to class. My friends didn't quit understand why I would hangout with this girl who everyone had condemned to be "trash". I didn't either, I knew my heart hurt for her. When I told my mother about what I had done she said to me, "Vicki, God has given you "compassion"."

Compassion is a virtue that only God can give us. Some are blessed to have it , most are not. Compassion is sometimes a burden that settles heavy on your heart, when you want to help some one and God tells you no, because He wants them right where they are at, to teach them something that only God can. Jesus is a compassionate man, he has a heart for the sick, the lonely, those who are heavy burden and those who are lost. We as believers some how forget about, or loose our compassion for others less fortunate than ourselves. Be become busy, or self absorbed.

I pray I never loose my compassion for other people. That I don't get so busy or self absorbed that I stop caring. That I can always be sensitive to the needs of hurting people that God puts in my path and in my life. I believe it is some of the reasoning behind the losses I have had in my own life. Perhaps it is such a time as this...

Moral of this Blog: " Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility,gentleness, and patience." Colossians 1:23

Well, I don't know where all this came from, I don't even know if it makes any sense but I feel better just getting it out. I think I'm really going to like this blogging stuff.