They keep saying I need to guard my heart, save it all for you. They even give me a list of rules to follow. My heart will be completely intact for you.
I’ve followed that list . . . mostly. I’ve waited. And sure, I strayed slightly before, but nobody’s perfect, right? Everyone knows that, especially the ones closest to me. But then why do I feel so guilty over what seems so small? They still seem to expect perfect. Do you?
And have a couple of ridiculous crushes really damaged the heart I’ve been so desperately trying to save for you? Or have the close friends I trusted who instead of nurturing my heart have stomped on it until it bled? What about all those people who should’ve taken care of my heart before I even knew how? They crush it in hands that should have held me. They left it shattered on the ground, and walking away, they told me to make sure I saved it for you. So I scrambled to pick up all the pieces. I guess it wasn’t much of a heart to save for you, was it?
So I gave it to Him. Or rather, He took it. I was hesitant and scared at first, but He promised to keep it safe for me. Then as I held it out to Him, I was ashamed that One so beautiful and perfect should want my broken, mangled heart. But He only smiled and stroked my face with His pierced hands. Then He gently took my heart and held it for a moment. I thought I saw a single tear slide down his cheek. I was afraid He was disappointed in me for not keeping my heart perfect for you, for Him. But as He looked up, I saw a deep pain in His eyes. And I realized He could feel my pain, more than I ever had.
Closing His hands around my heart, He blew softly into His palms. When He opened them again, my heart lay there mended and new made. I looked on it in wonder and He smiled again.
I left it with Him. There have been times when I’ve snatched it back, though, thinking I knew better. When I realized my wrong, I came crawling back in shame with the tattered remains. But every time I was overwhelmed and awed by His forgiveness.
He’s willing to give it to you when you’re ready, and when I’m ready. Will you treasure it like He has? Will you think it’s beautiful, not despite the scars, but because of them? Will you protect it from those who are so careless with it?
It’s not as big of a task as it seems. Don’t worry. He’ll help youD.