My heart broke.
I was using the bathroom in the airport waiting for my flight home from training camp and I heard a woman a couple stalls down from me forcing herself to throw up; and my heart just broke.
I felt myself trying to hold back tears for this hurt and broken girl, and i found myself crying out to God for her.
I have had this song stuck in my head all week, and the lyrics "there is power in the name of jesus to break every chain" started running through my head as I called out for God to break the chains around this beautiful woman's heart.
I have finally realized – at least to some degree, what God feels every time his children struggle. He doesn't feel disgusted or disappointed. He doesn't feel judgmental or condemning. He feels broken hearted.
His beautiful creation which He made fearfully and wonderfully, was believing the lies that she has been told over and over again probably her whole life.
Lies telling her she had to look a certain way, act a certain way, or be a certain way.
Lies saying she wasn't good enough, pretty enough, or worthy.
But God loves her so much.
God cry's out every time that woman looks into the mirror and doesn't like what she sees. God's heart breaks every time his beautiful daughter treats her body poorly in attempts to fill that longing to be accepted, loved, and valued.
It took all my strength not to yell out in my stall and tell the unknown woman just feet away what God has been teaching me all week.
That she is beautiful, valued and treasured. That she is worth so much she could never even begin to fathom. That she is loved beyond belief by her Daddy and nothing that she could ever do would make Him love her any more or any less.
I longed to look into her eyes and tell her that she is precious, special, and unique. I wanted to tell her how my amazing Father has changed my life this week, and he could make her new just like me. He could break all her chains, and give her freedom from her past.
I wanted to tell her just how much I loved her in that moment, and how much God loves her always.
But she never came out of her stall, and I never got my chance.
I'm starting to understand what it means for God to break my heart for what breaks His.
Us worshiping, and finding freedom at training camp.
