N8tivegirl

How do I learn to love with a broken heart?

How do I allow you to love me the way I desire to be loved?

If I am choosing to let you love me, then I also have a responsibility.

I cannot hold you accountable for a heart you did not break.

I cannot make you pay for mistakes you never made.

I cannot love you with the walls I built to survive someone else.

And I cannot offer half-love because that is all I have known.

You deserve more than the damage I carry.

So I am learning — not perfectly, but honestly — to allow you to love a secondhand heart with a first-hand grace.

God Whispers

“Give me your heart.

Give it to Me to mend.

I will restore what was broken.

Weeping may endure for a night,

but joy returns in the morning.

And I am the Morning.”

Some say there is beauty in having loved and lost.

Others say the joy is in having been loved at all.

But those who have truly loved know the weight of losing the one

you couldn’t imagine your life without.

Love leaves imprints — deep ones.

Sometimes it feels as if two souls were knitted together, sharing one breath, one hope, one life.

And when life separates what felt destined, the unraveling can feel like war.

We come with baggage — anger, fear, quiet sadness.

We try to rescue, mend, fix, carry, heal.

But we are not the Healer.

We are only vessels.

Love is surrender — not control.

Grace — not rescue.

Trust — not force.

God placed the desire to love inside every one of us.

But the heart is fragile.

It can lead us into loss, longing, and lessons that shake our spirit.

Yet loss teaches us what matters most.

Sometimes it is only in the breaking that we understand what we were trying to hold.

But hear this:

You can begin again.

You can love again.

You can live again.

If you allow Him to write your story — from its beginning to its return.

Close your eyes.

Let your spirit breathe.

Remember who created love.

The love your soul recognizes is not magic — it is divine memory.

A story written before time began.

Yes, there are consequences when love is lost.

There will be a void.

There will be reflection.

But there will also be tomorrow.

And one day, if love returns — receive it with open hands.

Do not let yesterday’s bruises decide tomorrow’s blessings.

And if it never returns — count it all joy that you were blessed to feel something real.

Not everyone gets that gift.

Loss is sometimes the price we pay for loving deeply.

But there is always beauty in the ashes.

And from those ashes, something new always rises.