Have you ever been accused, rather negatively I might add, of wearing your heart on your sleeve?
Oh, for the life of me, I can’t even begin to count the number of times my parents, most certainly out of love, urged me to cover up my arm-band badge connected straight to my heart. It was like there was a leaky valve, pouring my soul right out of my skin into the hands of any passerby.
Looking back, I most certainly see why I was eager to leave my heart in a messy trail of relationships. I was desperately trying to connect. It was the awful combination of a verbally inclined child living in the shell of a broken-hearted girl. The legacy of abuse that tormented my own parents left them dried up and unable to meet my emotional processing needs. So I turned elsewhere. Friends. Boys. Rebellious things of teenage years. Foolish things of college years.
I wore my heart on my sleeve, desperately looking for love.
Until Jesus entered my heart.
Then I covered up the arm band.
It is not like this Jesus girl could let anyone know there was still a heart hurting inside of me desperately seeking flesh connection.
So my heart grew hardened. No longer on my sleeve. A pulse beating slow. Spiritual death caught up with emotional devastation until my mouth spoke only destruction.
And then I got a kick in the pants by the ones I love the most.
And I got help to deal with a heart hardened by pain, shame, regret, bitterness, and unforgiveness.
And I learned I could put my heart back on my sleeve.
But this time, my heart badge is not worn to seek out connection.
Now my heart is open wide and worn on my sleeve to declare God’s glorious grace.
2 Corinthians 6:11-13 NIV
We have spoken freely to you…and opened wide our hearts to you.
We are not withholding our affection from you, but you are withholding yours from us.
As a fair exchange…open wide your hearts also.
What’s the state of your heart?
Find out how God healed mine in Meet the New You and find hope to take the next step, too.