January 11, 2006
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From a middle aged woman: “Oh, I wish my husband were living. I need his support so much. You see my son was arrested this past week. I knew a few years ago the road my son was on was probably going to lead him to this but now that it’s here I can’t stop grieving. As a mother I tried to get him to change his direction but then deep within me I knew he never would. I knew deep down he couldn’t. I remember as a boy how determined he was to follow in his Father’s footsteps. I didn’t quit understand it all as he was growing up but I stored it within my heart. I wanted to protect him but I had to let him go and that’s what hurts so bad. Friday was the worst day. It was torture. My heart broke as I lost my son. But then I’m hearing rumors today that I may not have lost my son. Could it be true?” – by Mary the Mother of Jesus.
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Interesting post
What does it really mean to have your “heart break”?
To lose someone that is a part of it?
To have it smashed by someone you trust?
Does Jesus break our heart?
Do we…break His?