Broken Hearts and Invitations

My long-time friend Trisha has a couple boys, and last week they came out of Sabbath School and said, "So Mommy, if Jesus lives in our hearts, then if your heart breaks, Jesus will fall out, right?"

But you know what I keep finding? Often it's not till my heart is broken that I'll even let Him in.






Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,

Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,

Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,

Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

:: emily dickinson