She made a pink heart. Just as soon as she'd made it, she accidentally broke it.
She exclaimed,
"Mama! My heart broke!"I immediately went into "fix it" mode and offered to help her rebuild her heart. She said,
"It's okay Mama. I can fix it. It will be even better!"I couldn't help but think that that is how God handles our hearts. His Word says, in Psalm 147:3:
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.I've been brokenhearted more times than I'd like to express. But one thing I know for certain, is that God always makes me better than I was before. And who better to mend our hearts than the creator of our hearts?
