Shattered dreams and Broken hearts

I couldn’t sleep last night. My mind swirled around like a whirlpool, churning and turning over events that happened today.

The picture of the broken lenses kept on appearing and haunting me. I scolded myself for being so careless and foolish. This afternoon, we were so happy, looking forward to the beach. So after lunch we wanted to take some photos but the wind was so strong, and the rain splattered all around us. Just for a split moment, the camera dropped. I took the camera and saw the broken lenses, my heart felt a pinch.

My heart was shattered at that point but I remained calm, but for the rest of the day, the picture of the broken lenses just wouldn’t leave me.

That evening, a lady came and we had a conversation. She has never heard about Jesus or God before. So I took the liberty sharing Christ with her and I was amazed at her openness and my compassion.

Just at that moment, I saw my broken lenses again. Now I saw Jesus, mending broken hearts and shattered dreams. The pain in my heart grew lesser but none the less intense.
As the night grew, I couldn’t close my eyes. My thoughts ran forward to the last few days. Daniel had an accident in the bathroom and had a deep cut on his forehead. We took him to the hospital and they “gummed” the wound and he was discharged. I was thinking, I was not even worried when that happened and no tinge of anxiety. I just relieved that he’s alright. But why was I feeling such pain when a camera fell on the ground and broke the lenses.

I actually questioned myself for being too “calm” with Daniel’s incident and too “overcome” with the camera. Who and what was more important? But it was not who or what. It’s what you think pinch you at that moment and I guess what pinched me then was the camera because I knew that nothing too serious will come out of the head injury whereas, I was worries if I could get my lenses back.

Sometimes we worry and anxious for the minor and take what is important lightly in our lives. I guess it is the question of priority. I thank God that the pain left when I let go of the broken lenses and allow it to take its cause. When I turn to face Daniel, love and compassion fill my heart.

We often forget how important some people are in our lives; our spouses, children, friends and relatives. We take them lightly; forget to soothe their pain or even notice their agony; ignore their inner cry for attention; oblivious of their loneliness in facing life trials and crisis. Maybe we could take a moment, stop your work and close your eyes. Someone, somewhere needs a shoulder to cry, an ear to hear or maybe a helping hand.

I do hope that I will learn to listen to shattered dreams and broken hearts and be that ear or hand,for there are too many around us who has “lonely voices” waiting to be heard.