Welcome to the Shattered Heart Club

Going through the motions doesn’t please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice. Psalm 51:16-17 MSG

For too many of us, it takes a kick to the spiritual nuts to get our attention. And not some weak kick either. I mean you getting caught bent over in the perfect position, legs spread at the optimal angle, ass high in the air, oblivious as you peer, bent over, at something on the ground, then a leg drawn back as far as its owner can possibly reach followed by a swift forward motion, then WHAM!

The force literally lifts you off the ground. Then you drop like a wet sack, curled in a ball, wondering if you’re going to throw up from the pain or the spinning world you can feel despite your clenched shut eyes. You’ve just been shattered. Smile for the camera.

This violation against your being can be many things. Your wife left you for another man. You just got fired and every bill was already past due. An accident, a death of a loved one, or a child or wife. Cancer and it’s terminal. Sexual confusion, straight or gay. Or you just got found out; drugs or alcohol or porn or affairs, a friend of a Facebook friend of your wife’s saw you leaving a strip club…regardless of the details, your screwed and life is over.

Fast forward a few weeks or months. You find yourself either literally alone cause everyone bailed, or kicked your sorry ass out, or you feel alone cause despite anyone else’s attempts at consolation or empathy, they have no damn clue what you’re going through and you’d rather they just say so. You’d appreciate the candor.

This is the crux, everything hangs on this time right here. You are primed to receive the greatest gift you’ll ever be given. It’s right here, when you are trying to decide if another day is worth the effort, daydreaming about ending it all and how painful would it really be, right here right now you need to just…breathe.

God has been watching you. Your Creator has had His face towards you since before you were born. The anticipation of this moment in time has caused His heart to race, His breath to quicken. Right here at the crossroad, watching and waiting for your life to literally hang in the balance, He’s ready. Eager and able and so very very motivated to step in as you fall, and with His arms catch you, lift you up, and carry you to cool waters. Sit next to the stream and hold you as you finally give it up. Breathe.

“Look at me, son”

not worthy, can’t bear it

“Look at me, my child”

failed you, in every way. please don’t make me do this. let me die.

“I was ready for this moment before the first ray of light shot across the void. I knew not only to be right here at this time, but I set aside a day over 2,000 years ago so that I could wipe your sin away. I’ve already done it, I am doing it right now, and will continue to do it till the end of this age. So, give it to me. Look at me, and breathe.”

As the tears come, as the sobbing builds, as the ache grows until you feel like your going to die of a broken heart, He holds you.

I don’t know where you are, who you are, or when you are reading this. But if this is you that I’m writing this to…well then, hello. I am glad that you are here. I wish that I was there with you, cause I’d hug you. I’m told I’m good at it.

I would like you to do something for me after you read this. I want you to close your eyes and just sit. Calm your breath, and when your heart has slowed, speak to Him. Just say hello. Then, when you are ready or when you hear that hello back, ask Him the hard question. “What am I supposed to do about this mess. What am I supposed to do about me?”.



Then just sit. Breathe…

Ancient Path Counseling

We’ve walked the path. We know the struggle and the work. We know freedom.