Break my heart for what breaks Yours.
It was 4:45am on friday, two weeks ago. I was buckled over in bed. Praying and balling like a baby. I’ve prayed the same prayer for months. Lord, give me their hearts, let me truly feel what they feel. Just for a moment….
My heart has been so heavy. It’s been beyond what I’ve ever felt before. I’ve just been crying out to God, asking Him to make it such a reality to myself. I know it’s something we all want and pray for as christians, but do we really get it? Do we really wrap our heads around the fact that we are accountable for each and every single lost person in this world? Do we want to reach the hurt, the broken, and the lost so desperatly that we ask God to give us their broken hearts and dead souls?
I prayed for that for months and it hits me in the middle of the night. When I least expected it. My heart was literally aching so hard. It felt like it was being pulled out of my chest. I couldn’t stop crying. Such pain and deep sorrow these people feel. The feeling is unexplainable. It’s so heartbreaking. But I am so thankful for those few minutes.
All of those feelings are forever inside my heart. And I never ever want them to go away. I want my heart to be so heavy and so broken for as long as there are still people to be reached. It’s time we truly step it up and be the light in this dark world. We are all they have.