heal every broken heart

Yesterday, I spent the entire day at one of my relatives’ homes, a family I spent a lot of time with when I was a child. I came home late and started chatting with my aunt, who caught me up on many of the major events that have happened in the family, as well as the hardships they are facing now. The more I learn, the more I am convinced that God is the only way to end suffering. I see so many fearful and lost hearts, searching for direction but caught in an endless cycle of pain. My heart aches for them, and I sigh with them, but I know I can help.

Lord, I lift up the world around me to You, the pain and suffering I witness, all of it I surrender to You. I praise Your mighty power and limitless love, knowing that You will heal every broken heart.

My Intense Dream

I woke up this morning from a vivid and intense dream. It began with a creepy man taking a photo of me. Almost instantly, I reacted, something that surprised me because I’m not usually so quick to speak up, especially in front of a crowd. Yet, in this dream, I not only called out what he had done but also unleashed a torrent of anger, cursing him for a long time.

The anger in the dream was overwhelming. As the moments passed, a deep sense of fear and frustration consumed me, building until I broke down crying. The tears turned into a gut-wrenching scream, one so powerful it felt as if it could split the heavens.

In the midst of my turmoil, I noticed a man behind me. He was helping someone, and though he wasn’t Jesus, he carried an undeniable sense of Christ’s power and presence. Drawn to him, I walked over and placed my hand on his shoulder, hoping to find healing or solace in his presence. But nothing happened.

When I woke up, my chest felt unbearably heavy, as though a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on my heart.