A Letter to the Brokenhearted

Hello there,

I may not know who you are and what you're going through, but I can somehow relate to the pain. It doesn't really matter what type of pain people are feeling, because it's essentially the same. Across borders, races, social classes, and ages, pain is pain. Whether you've just lost a friend, failed a subject, found out you're terminally ill, or discovered you're being cheated on, it's just painful--probably too painful for words. Saying it's "unpleasant" would only be an under-statement, actually.

I know. I know how it feels to live in pain, to be disappointed daily because of your shortcomings. No one has a monopoly on suffering, really. We're all trying to navigate the seas of sorrow and most of us are apparent amateurs. Everyone gets hurt, but this fact doesn't mean you shouldn't be sad. It's okay to be sad, you know. We have emotions and sometimes, we have no other choice but to feel. Sometimes, we can only shed tears over a broken dream, a ruined purpose, or a seemingly hopeless existence. Sometimes, we can just curl up and let it all out.

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I'm writing this letter not to remind you of the inevitability of pain, though. Rather, as someone who has been hurt countless times, I hope to impart something that grew out of tears, trials, and tribulations. I wish to relay a message of hope. In the midst of the fray, there's a sliver of peace that slowly widens as you continue to look at it. In those times I couldn't love myself or anyone, Someone was actually loving me... unconditionally.

It's hard to grasp, I know, but I do believe it's true. We're brokenhearted for a reason: to be touched and healed by the Perfect Lover. When we've hit rock bottom, the only way is up, and guess Who's waiting there? You see, although pain flourishes in this world, love is still--and always will be--more abundant. We're not in pain because no one loves us, but because it's in such a moment where we can fully experience the Love that overcame every kind of pain.

The One Who spoke galaxies into being can hear a heart that's breaking. Even before it breaks, He's there. He's there to remind us that fighting and persevering are still viable options. We always have a choice. To me, pain, relief, sadness, joy, and every other feeling and experience are just instruments that lead us closer to the only One Who can and will help us: God.

Through the laughter and tears, to whom do you turn to?