There is no anesthetic for a broken heart.
No stick to bite
No hand to hold
At least not the one you wish you could hold.
There’s no remedy for a heart break
Especially one that’s finally healed stronger that before
And now it’s broken again
In the same place
And you know this process because
You’ve endured it before.
When I had my hysterectomy
The surgery lasted over 3 hours,
Where they were cutting
Had been cut 3x before via c-section
And thick, hardened scar tissue had formed.
In fact, my uterus had become entangled in all that scar tissue
So they couldn’t separate it easily.
It had to be cut and cleaned up –
Scar tissue and all.
This time the healing hurt worse than before.
Good thing I didn’t need that organ anymore.
It had done it’s job well.
But that’s exactly how my “heart” feels right now:
Entangled in scar tissue.
Every beat restricted by
Tissue that I’ve built up to
Help me heal before.
But unlike my uterus,
I need my heart.
It is central to life.
And unlike my hysterectomy,
There’s no anesthetic for this.
Some days I don’t feel it at all.
But the worst part about healing isn’t the initial cut.
It’s when the nerve endings
Grow and reconnect and do their job of allowing you to feel again.
But as it heals, it’s so excruciating that I don’t want to feel.
I wrote these words recently.
They accurately describe
How I feel tonight.
A friend of mine had a vision this morning.
She said she saw a band-aid over a wound,
Then the Lord showed her that
He was on the inside, beneath the skin,
Stitching the wound closed.
As she talked I began to cry.
Is exactly what’s happening
With me right now.
Oh, the pain is agony…
I won’t lie or sugar-coat this:
This is the worst heartache yet
Because of having to
Cut through all the previous
“Scar tissue” from
Past heartaches so I
Heal thoroughly this time.
But at least now I know
That this time
The healing is being orchestrated
By the best Healer.
I am trying to still my
To quiet my spirit,
And let Him work.
Perhaps it’s time to just rip off the band-aid,
It’s not doing me any good anyway.
Everyone can see the
Gaping wound in my heart that I’m trying so hard to hide.
It’s no secret.
I feel like I’ve had more heartache
Than most people do
In a lifetime and I’ve
Officially had enough.
I need to rip it off and trust
That this time the healing is happening
From the inside out.
One precious stitch at a time.
Healing has no timeline.
I am learning.