broken hearts

They’re breaking my heart, you know.

All those people who talk to me and then forget I was ever there.

All those people who ask me for help and after I give it tell me how my efforts weren’t enough.

All those people who tell me I ask too much of them and then berate me for asking too little of others.

All those people who tell me to be kind and tolerant in dealing with them, and then tell me to be assertive and stop letting other people run all over me.

All those people who say “I love you” but when I am down disprove it by telling me to suck it up and move on.

All those people who answer my phone calls with “I’ll call you back” and never do.

All those people who accept all I am able to give and then they expect more.

All those people who need me to be there and I am but are suddenly absent when I need them?

They are breaking my heart, but not to the point where I let Jesus out…He is still in there and that is why I still go on. While they are breaking my heart on the outside, He is fixing it on the inside.

Maybe that’s why Jesus was a carpenter…for the mending of hearts.