Dreaming With a Broken Heart

How long have you longed for a romance like this? How long has your sweet heart clung to the dreams of a young girl, whose fingers traced the outlines of wonderful fairytales. How long have you sat by your window imagining you were a princess, waiting for the knight in shining armor to come and sweep you off your feet? Be honest with yourself, aren't you still waiting?

Don't you sit at night with a romance novel held between your fingers, lost in some world where strong men fight for beautiful women...where there is heartache and pain, but also great love and restoration. Do you sit on a couch clutching your chest, your cheeks wet with tears, completley intwined in the play on the screen. Wishing desperatly someone would stop the plane for you, would knock on your door, would fight with every breath that they had.

Go back to that place in your childhood, when you were a little girl and you dreamed, now remember that dream (I doubt you've forgotten), remember the promise that you were told by the fairytales, the promise that we have all so desperatley clung to. "Someone is coming. Someone is coming for you."

And aren't you heartbroken that no one has? Isn't there a tangible pain in your chest at this very moment that no one has. No one has.
Allow that to really sink in for a moment, allow yourself to feel that pain..really feel it for a moment.

Most of our lives as women, has been about this pain and this promise. No one has come and no one is coming.
Have you thought those words to yourself? Have you laid in bed at night, engulfed in the darkness and cried because you knew you weren't worth it. You aren't good enough, you're to much or to little, stop trying, you aren't pretty, you aren't womanly or feminine, you're fat, you have to work harder so you can be better...I know I've fallen asleep on a pillow wet from my tears more times that I care to admit. Wishing desperatley for someone to come for me, but knowing deep down that I wasn't worthy of it. I wasn't good enough. Even now, tears running down my cheeks, I hear it whispered over and over again.
Every time you feel hurt and pain or rejection, it only seems to confirm what you already know to be true, you are worthless. They leave, or they stray and you aren't enough to keep them. They are abusive or absent, and you aren't enough to make them want to change. No matter how hard you try or fight you just aren't enough.

I have spent my whole life believing these LIES, and my wager is that so have you. These lies are from an enemy who would crush you and kill you, who hates you with the very essence of his being. He sits by your side and pushes the knife deeper and deeper, manipulating EVERY situation for his benefit, but there is one truth he cannot destort if you don't let him...

Someone has come.

Allow that to sink in for a moment.


Someone has come for you.


He is pursueing you with everything he has and His name is Jesus.
He desires you like a bride. He seeks you out and pursues you, like a lover. He wants you for his own and will protect you and lead you always. He is strong and fierce, and nations tremble under his power. He is also loving, devoted, and kind and will always care for you tenderly. He looks at you exactly as you are, and says " I want THAT woman." Not that woman after she loses 20 lbs, not that woman after she dresses better, not that woman once she is off drugs, not that woman once she puts on her makeup or has better hair...He doesn't look at you shaking his head and say "If only her hair weren't so frizzy, if only she didn't have cellulite, if only she were..more."
No, he looks at you now, exactly as you are...
broken, bruised, flawed, in pain, and with more baggage than you can carry and says,
"I want her with everything I have..she's the one, she's the only one."

He sees your faults, your secret sins, your most intimate fears, and says “I love you completely” and then he went and did the ultimate romantic move, and died to prove it to you. He hung on a cross dripping blood, after being tortured and beaten savagely for HOURS. He was unrecognizable because the flesh had literally been ripped from his body, and he did it for you. He looked into your eyes and through the blood and sweat and tears shared a smile meant only for you. And when he took his last breath the face that he pictured was yours. He made the ultimate sacrifice with your name written in his heart.


All you're life, you've been waiting...
you were the little girl by the window waiting, who has grown into the woman who sits on her couch, and still waits.

Waiting for your knight in shining armor, waiting for your soul mate...waiting for the man who will come and will just take it all away.



Well,I have to tell you something.
Someone is here, but he isn't just a man ... he is a champion.