Broken Hearts

I wish love was not so damn painful. But then it wouldn’t be love, huh.

I think my son’s heart is broken and I’m powerless to do anything about it. And that sucks.

Maybe I am to just be with him while he’s hurting – sharing a sort of a namaste nod and embrace with his soul.

Maybe.

Maybe our Creator really is the only person who can heal a broken heart.

I believe that.

And I believe that He wants us to do our part in that healing. Perhaps that is just sharing our more healthy heart with those whose hearts are broken.

Like my son’s.

I think that’s what I’ll do: just share my heart with him.

I hope it helps.