Where things make sense

I had this picture as wallpaper on my laptop for quite sometime now. I don't know, but perhaps it's already in my subconscious to be so attracted to anything related to heartbreak. Or anything remotely related to it even.

Or perhaps I can so easily identify with just any and every hyper-romanticized notion of brokenness, thinking that nothing makes sense until one is broken. That is the curse of being a romanticist, I guess. Of being a sentimentalist slash idealist, whatever is more appropriate.

No, I have this wallpaper and the phrase from a song that goes with it to remind me of something more. To remind me of the breaking that God allowed in my life so that everything would make sense. After all, it was in the breaking points that I have found what is truly valuable in this world and in the next. It was in the breaking points that I have managed to see that there is so much more in this life.

Break my heart for what break Yours...

That is my prayer, my creed, my virtue. To be broken by the things of God. To feel the brokenness of this world and to try to offer healing and restoration. God, let my heart break for the things that break your heart...