“The sacrifice pleasing to God is a broken spirit. God, You will not despise a broken and humbled heart” (Ps 51:17)
This is my story: before I became saved I hated to break anything of value. I felt guilty and angry when a flower vase broke or a tea cup got chipped. I always felt a sense of irreparably loss. But after Jesus came into my heart, I saw beauty and gain into the things I previously despised. As praise is a sacrifice, so a broken heart is a sacrifice. It is only a broken heart that can truly worship God! It is only a broken heart that has ‘space’ to accommodate others in love!
I prayed: ‘Please, Father God, You be the one that breaks my heart. You do it first before the devil has a chance to do it. For with You, there is healing and mercy in the breaking…’
God has broken my heart many times. Some time He used a little stick. Other times He used an ‘industrial hammer’. It was always painful. Like a surgery is. But the pain was mingled with hope. The Balm of Gilead did its work. The after effect was wonderful! I experienced Holy Spirit freedom, open eyes to see the King in His beauty and grace to soar straight into His arms. Glory to the Lamb upon the throne!