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Articles: My Thoughts | Give him all...
- Ms. Pushpa Pushpakumari
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She didn't ask again, no doubt assuming that I'd tell her about it when I
was ready. In the meantime, my parents were extra kind and tried to give me
the space I needed; like a couple of times they allowed me to eat dinner in
my room rather than coming to the dinner table.
After about a week or so of my still being tearful, my mother stepped up her
inspection of the issue. 'I can see you're suffering over this,' she said. I
think we should talk about it!'
'Oh, Mom,' I cried. 'It hurts too much to talk about it.'
'Yes, honey,' she soothed, 'I can see that you're hurting.'
'Why does it hurt so much?' I asked.
'Pain is God's way of saying your heart is broken.'
'I don't need God to tell me my heart is broken,' I cried. 'I just need Him
to fix it'
'Well, my mother counselled tenderly, 'better give Him all the pieces. God
can't fix your broken heart if you don't give all the pieces to Him.'
I'll always remember those beautiful words: 'God can't fix a broken heart,
if you don't give Him all the pieces.'
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