What do you do when you feel like someone numbed your heart with a super-sized dose of Novocain and you’ll never feel normal again?
When we are first widowed, it seems like our life has fallen apart. (It has!) And that we will never, ever recover from the greatest tragedy that we have experienced. (We do!) But time has a way of disagreeing with that premise. Time has a way of “processing” our wounded heart and just as the dentist fixed the hole in our tooth, so our heart slowly mends-but there is a scar that never goes away.
I love the surety we find in Psalm 147:3 that the Lord is near us when we have a broken heart, and He heals us. What a promise to grab hold of.
Blessings and hugs dear widowed friend.
BE ASSURED: “The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit” (Psalm 34:18).