Wednesday, 12 August 2015

I Met God

I still think about Jerry. I wake up each morning hoping to get a call from him, and wishing he'd say he was sorry and that he wants me back.

I Met God

As I was thinking about Jerry. God came and whispered, "why are you so worried?"

I replied, "No, I'm not worried. I'm fine."

He must have read my heart. Isn't He God after all? And He actually did.

In His still small voice, He said, "Sweetheart, you know I. . ."

"Aww! How did You know I like to be called that?" I cut in.

He smiled and continued,

"I know you well enough, Sweetie.
I was there before you met Jerry.
I was there when you had Jerry.
And I'm still here even after Jerry left."

I felt a rush of emotions within me. I cried. I cried. And I cried even more.

"If You were there, why did You let him break my heart?" The tears fell.

"I have never left you nor forsaken you. And I will never do." He replied.

"Yeah, right." I belched, "I am hurting!"

"I know. I know you're hurting, Sweetie. And I know what to do with that broken heart. I can put it back together. I can feel the void. I can even give you a brand new one. Will you give it to me?" He echoed.

I had always known that God is good at saving, healing, and loving. I had always known that He does what He says He will do. And there He was, asking for my broken heart. Why not?


That was how I surrendered my broken heart to God. He has become my Heart Keeper.

Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu 
Twitter: @Amakamedia

Heart Rays . . .giving out the light.

Blogger Widget