Four years ago, the Lord placed me in a group of women who looked just like me. We all had wry smiles, woozy heads, shattered hearts, filled bitterness tanks, ringless ring fingers, and earnest desires to find sense in what we’re going through. We’ve all just come from that place—that place nobody ever dreams of going to. It’s that place where your heart gets stabbed a hundred times and gets ripped into a million microscopic pieces—or gets powdered. Yes! Powdered seems a lot more accurate. In our group, it had always been mentioned with welling eyes and shaky voices: “We broke up.”
Our break-up reasons were different but we knew that for all of us, God’s reason was one and the same: He has something better in-store.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. -Jeremiah 29:11
It was good, glorious news amidst the turmoil in our hearts and onto it, we hung tight as a group.
It wasn’t easy. Our weekly meetings were never complete without a ply of tissue getting pulled out of the box, but this made us alive. The more that we cried, the more we were emptied out. The more empty we became, the bigger our need for God grew. The bigger our need for Him grew, the bigger the space He filled up in our lives. The bigger the space He filled up, the bigger He became to us.
One day, we just woke up with hearts that are new—as if not pierced, as if not pulverized. They weren’t only new, they were also better—perhaps, bigger and more capable. With the new hearts came ear-to-ear smiles; peaceful minds; emptied bitterness tanks; “we broke up” said nonchalantly; and four years later, one ringed finger while two are already with godly boyfriends and the other, waiting in joyful anticipation.
As we look back, we all agree that we wouldn’t want for things to happen any other way. People had to be taken out of our lives so the Lord can bring Himself in and eventually, let better men tag along with Him. We thank and praise the Lord for the incredible course!
In confidence, I advise: Entrust your brokenness to the Lord for He is the only one who knows exactly what to do with it.
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy. – Psalm 30:11