I had to laugh the other day when I heard someone say they really needed a break. Of course they meant a holiday, a chance to get away from the norm. Maybe they had a beach in their mind or just some peace and quiet something we all crave at times.
Yet I laughed because I wonder if she really meant that she needed a break or like many words it was used in a wrong context. I’m not correcting her grammar or becoming the word police for me it was just a wonder if she really knew how it felt to have a break and I prayed that she didn’t.
break verb (END)
B2 [I or T] to destroy or end something, or to come to an end:
‘Break’ is one of those dual purpose words where the context is needed to really understand.
The break of dawn, the glory of our father as the sun rises in the sky the gift of a new day.
The break in a bone, a painful injury that takes time to heal.
A break in the heart, something forever fragmented.
My mind was whirling filled with random thoughts and a symphony of emotions. There was no Mozart just a clashing of notes so truly out of key.
You see I have a break,
A heart so broken it now beats to a different drum.
The melody of grief
The chorus of missing.
I pray that this lady got her break, her time needed to refresh and recharge her heart.
I pray that her life is filled with love and laughter.
But still I break
Piece by piece my heart erodes like an ocean beating against fractured cliffs slowing dropping pieces away deep in the shadows.
But the shadows hold no fear for me because as each fragment drops and like the tears from my eyes my father catches them all.
Holding my heart in his hands cherishing, loving , promising that one day I will be whole.
That one day my heart will not hold a break but will be full of joy and peace.
If I am to break I am so grateful it is into the arms of our Saviour.
One who was broken for us.