“Lord, break my heart for what breaks yours.”
When I prayed this as I started the Race, I was thinking more so towards the poverty, unbelief, and people that have turned from God that would break my heart this year. While, yes, these things break the Lords heart, instead He has so far reminded me of a more sensitive side of His heart.
So, fun fact, I have cried more this month than I normally do in a year. But not because i’m sad. Because the Lord has shown me through this prayer that His heart breaks in a tender way, too. His heart aches for me in the Antofagasta bus station as we wave goodbye to our new friends as our bus pulls away. His heart breaks when I am filled with insecurities and doubts because He knows they are lies. He knows the Truth and that there is a better life for me outside of those thoughts. His heart breaks knowing I am leaving behind dear friendships after a month of spending everyday together. His heart aches knowing that I am going to miss Chile and it’s culture. He cares that I am sad right now. He cares that saying goodbye to the students, and our host families took my heart on quite the roller coaster.
It’s not only the big things in this world that stir up the emotions of the Lord. we are His, and because of that He cares. He feels when we feel. And He’s filled me with His presence in those moments to remind me this sweet message.
