Compassion's Mortal Blow

Just some thoughts I wrote in my journal while processing life today.
Enjoy!


Slobbery face, hands reaching up, cheeky grin...
I felt my heart would surely burst.
Of love
Of heartache
Of fullness
Of brokenness.

It is unexpected moments like these when words altogether fail me
and I find myself closer to tears than I would like to admit.
Each child holds a delicate sliver of my heart,
each the capacity to fill it and shatter it all in the same breath.

How have I come to love them so deeply?
When did I suffer my heart to melt at their wee little feet?

It is doubtful I shall ever know.
It is inevitable that my heart shall keep bursting.
With love
With heartache
With fullness
With brokenness.

But oh! how sweet the ache, remedied only by my gentle Savior, giver of such hearts.
Hearts that, like His, are weeping over His children.
Hearts that, like His, long to cradle them in affection that knows no boundaries.

Lord if my heart should keep breaking, I implore you:
be close at hand and mend each sliver shattered by compassion's mortal blow, Amen.