Plato used the term "fiery" in relation to the heart, when it came to feelings. If the outward appearance of my heart resulted from feelings, then I wonder what my heart looks like right now? It wouldn't be a pretty sight. It has been burned, cut, stabbed, and shot from pain I have experienced. There are stitches, patches, tape, and glue trying to hold it together. All of this makes me wonder:
How can a heart bare so much pain?
It doesn't make sense how a heart can take in so much hurt. I feel like I should have died from a heartbreak a long time ago. What's more puzzling to me is:
How does the heart have the capacity to love, even when it's hurting?
I never understand how forgiving I can be, especially when I've been hurt by that person. How can I still care about others who are struggling, when I'm struggling at the same time? I must have been blessed with a strong heart if I can keep putting my heart back together and moving forward. Quite often I don't know how I manage to move forward. All I know is that when I hurt, so does my Heavenly Father. When His love embraces me, it goes right to my frail heart and heals it. His love is powerful and it gives me strength to carry on. His love heals my heart.
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