Broken Heart

“Gayle, it's not you but me." O, those dreaded words from my girlfriend, Susan (not her name). Now I was on the way home from college for the weekend to lick my wounds and take care of a broken heart with some of my mother's food and compassion.

As I ate my mother's food, I told her the story. She fed and listened. When I was done pouring out my heart she said, "Don't worry, you will marry Armetta."

"What, she's my friend, and she won't date me," I sputtered.

"Believe me, that's who you will marry," she replied.

"How do you know?"  I asked.

"Believe me. I know. Call it mother’s intuition," came her reply.

My mother's intuition came true, and years later, I married Armetta. As I reflect on my mother's response, I discover her message, "Don't lose heart. Don't focus on the seen but the unseen. God has a future and a plan for your welfare."  Her words parroted Paul’s, "Therefore, we do not lose heart. Though outwardly, we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

Though outwardly, we may be experiencing momentary troubles, let us fix our eyes on what is unseen, our High Priest in heaven. For what is unseen is eternal.  

May you have a wonderful Easter.