Guest Post By Samantha Gibson

A Thesaurus for a Bruised Heart

My friends are smart. When I recently posed the question ‘what’s one word for feeling lied to?’, they unanimously responded-deceived. They must actually press shift and F7 to look up words when typing. Defined as “to mislead or to delude”, deceived speaks not only about the tumult of my heart, but also my honest feelings toward God.

You see, there was a guy-gentlemen, keep reading, there will be no male-bashing to follow, I promise. At 27 and with no dating experience to speak of, I started a relationship with a great Christian guy. Thoughtful, funny, and a servant, he pursued me whole-heartedly for 4 months. My heart began to grow in trust and vulnerability while I daily marveled at the reality that it was finally my turn, that someone wanted me. The new conversations I had with married friends thrilled me to the bottom of my toes-it was like I was granted access to an exclusive club whose door had previsouly been blocked with a ‘No Singles’ sign. I started to hope, to daydream, to see the possibility of a future with someone in blazing technicolor instead of the dull gray of imagining. It was great.

And then-nothing. No great arguments, no disagreements over who needed to visit whom (ahh, the joys of the LDR-long distance relationship), just nothing. Literally. After months of daily conversations, he started drifting. Knowing he was busy, I continued in patience and waiting, desiring him to lead and pursue. A whole week went by (eons to my heart), but a post-work phone call assured me that in the midst of illness his lack of communication was understandable. He told me it wasn’t me, things would be returning to ‘normal’ soon, and that he’d always be honest and tell me if something was wrong.

A month later, and I’m holding onto Romans 8:28 (“We know that for those who love God all things work together for good”) with a fragile and bruised heart. I never heard from him again. A phone call and email went unanswered. After weeks of waiting I finally called ‘uncle’ to the pain of hoping and, thanks to distance, emailed him that I was following his leading of non-interest and ending it. Only recently through the impersonal realm of Myspace have I discovered that he had started dating someone else while passively ignoring me.

There are alot of emotions that have flooded my mind after this, but ‘deceived’ consistently comes to the front. I was lied to, and probably more times than I’ll ever know. I hurt, ache, and want a lobotomy to stop hearing his words of pursuit and desire, to stop places and songs from reminding me of the joy that wasn’t meant to be. Worst of all, I look at my Father who I long to be comforted and protected by-and lift up bleary eyes that realize He knew this would happen but still called me to be open and vulnerable, and finally bruised. I feel deceived by the Lord, like an arbitrary spitefulness has repaid my years of faith, trust, and purity with showing me what I’m not allowed.

The good news is that I loathe feeling this way-because in the deeper recesses of my heart, where my busy life rarely allows me to go, I realize that this is not truth. Yes, I can see the immediate results such as God’s protection from this man and His need to refocus my hope on Him instead of a wedding ring- but more so than these I see the reality of who He is. A refuge (Ps 46:1), a fortress (Ps 62:2), a protector (Ps 91:14), good (Nahum 7:1), righteous (Ps 11:7), worthy to be glorified (Rev 4:11), a sanctuary (Ezekiel 11:16). My avenger for this pain- the cost of which Jesus Himself paid for on the cross. The giver of friends, family, and a church (aptly called Sanctuary) that have been His loving arms. Most bittersweetly, He is a God who will continue to give me hope, after first taking this one lovingly away.

So the feeling of deceit is still lingering on the surface of my heart. But deeper still is a truth that I cannot get enough of, that I force into my mind when memories arise, that I affirm with tears and joy- God Himself. And I didn’t even need a thesaurus to come up with that one.

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2 Responses to Guest Post By Samantha Gibson

  1. John David Henderson says:

    He knows what we are capable of and what we can handle. It is very humbling to think that our hearts wouldn’t handle victory well, that in victory we could grow distant. That is, however, the case sometimes and He loves us enough to protect us from that fate. Read Psalm 119:

    67 Before I was afflicted I went astray; But now I observe thy word.

    71 It is good for me that I have been afflicted; That I may learn thy statutes.

    75 I know, O Jehovah, that thy judgments are righteous, And that in faithfulness thou hast afflicted me.

    76 Let, I pray thee, thy lovingkindness be for my comfort, According to thy word unto thy servant.

    77 Let thy tender mercies come unto me, that I may live; For thy law is my delight.

  2. Hope says:

    Oh, how true. Cheryl, you know that with a broken heart, I could have echoed Samantha’s words about Tyler some years ago. Most the time my understanding is only strong enough to say ‘thank you Lord’ in hindsight. Because I would rather believe that which is seen than that which is unseen.

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