You Were Never Meant to Carry This – New Hearts

Greetings Dear Reader,

The things we carry that are not for us break our hearts.  Whether it is love or pain our hearts get broken.  In truth they start out needing something more than they have.

We need the love that the Father provides to keep us whole.  Our broken hearts can be constantly renewed through faith and following.  I realize that this seems puerile but it works.  The memories that hurt and haunt are only quelled by faith and following.  It is only salved by renewing my heart’s dependence on Christ.

I tend to complicate things in hopes of find a better answer.  I tend to look for answers where I know they do not exist.  I wish younger me had realized this earlier but I am not meant to carry those regrets.  I am meant to carry faith and love.  I am meant to be renewed daily. 

The road is too long to carry things we are not meant to carry.  It is also too hard without a new heart each day to get us through the pain.  We will hurt.  We will fail.  We will fall.  The key is that our fellow traveler will help us rise and walk a little further.  He can give us hearts of fire to warm the journey for ourselves and others. 

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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The Pain of Others – Broken Hearts

Greetings Dear Reader,

I see so many broken hearts.  I see so many people surprised by kindness and someone caring.  I think that this may be the most common malady in our culture.  I am not talking about romance although that is part of it.

People’s hearts are broken over so many things.  Lost dreams and aspirations can break our hearts.  We meet time milestones without becoming what we wish to become.  Our “bucket list” has more on it than we think it should.  Our lives have become the routine that we swore we would avoid.

When people talk to me about these things it moves me.  I resonate with their pain.  I see in them the hurt that I feel because I am not where I wish to be yet.  I work to really listen when I use the common American greeting, “How are you”?  

When someone expresses his or her real pain or concern I must take the time to listen and then put myself at risk.  I must ask the question, “How can I help”?   Often there is nothing I can do but listen.  Even listening, however, is unfortunately unusual.  It is sad that real listening with compassion and engagement is uncommon.  

I am supposed to be engaged with those around me.  I am supposed to see the pain and need and do what I can to make it better.  There is no good in have things if I do not share them.  There is no joy in meals eaten alone when I could be sharing them with others.  The common greetings we share could be transformed into opportunities to walk alongside a fellow traveler for a while and carry a little of his or her burden.

The pain of a broken heart is my chance to share love and kindness.  I must stay outside of my out pain and brokenness enough to pay attention and be kind.   The journey is much easier when I am good to others.My  heart must break for the broken hearted.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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