His Love Broke Through - Lesa Melchor

My journey to find the taste of love has taken me down many roads paved with twists and turns that lead through valleys of despair, hopelessness and complete brokenness. That runaway roller coaster has sent me careening through seasons filled with darkness, broken dreams and shattered hopes that left me standing fists held high shaking towards the heavenly one that once held my very smile. Where had He gone? Why didn't He help me? Who is this God who sits on the sidelines watching while heaven and earth raged against me and those I loved; I was left helpless to flail through circumstances too intense to explain and too numerous to count. Waking up repeatedly to unanswered prayers that dripped like hot wax on an already scalded heart to find that life was still moving forward like a slow motion dream - still calling me forward - still calling me - still calling. Those were the days of bitter disappointment in the one I had put my trust - the one I had once loved with all my heart. I had no answers; I had no strength. Heaven waited - waited still - silent. Like the cry of a hare caught in the noose of its captor, so my imprisoned heart screamed with pain and sadness. Silently I began to die; all hope was lost. The love I had sought in various forms had proven a counterfeit, a lie that painted a glorious return on an overburdened investment. I was deceived; I had believe a lie and didn't know it. He did.

I had learned at an early age that it was quite possible to earn love through a plethora of distasteful ways. I looked closely and saw a beautiful picture being painted before me that enticed my heart and promised all the love I could contain! The long hard road through academia pushed me forward because I erroneously felt that the smarter I was, the more I would be appreciated. The diets and beauty regimes were the result of the notion that If I looked a certain way that I would enjoy the fleshly approval from those I sought it's reward. I jumped through so many hoops in the hopes to attain the love my heart so desperately craved, that I woke up lost in the maze of a game that began to play me. The more I came up empty, the more I shook my fist at the one who I felt never let life work for me - and certainly never gave me a break. He was against me; I was sure of it. He hated me; I was convinced.

In the years of god's lovingly planned very long season of brokenness, I finally emerged with a heart tender enough to hear His love. While ultimately wanting to protect me from heartache and pain, God, in His wisdom, allowed me to make choices that ultimately brought me to the end of myself. The lessons learned in those days were only evident to me as the light of truth shone brightly in those dark corners of deceptive thinking that held me an isolated prisoner of my own making. God took the light of His love and truth and exposed the deception, the lie-based belief system on which I had built my life. He never set me free from this way of life until he taught me the truth. My heavenly father began binding up my broken, misguided and deceived heart by penning a love story akin to those of my wildest dreams. He ran after me, He sought me, He pursued me with a hurricane force of passion. Thank God He never let me find happiness and solace in a life filled with lies. Thank God He quietly sat and waited and even wept as He watched me drive down every wrong road before finally realizing that He was what my heart yearned for all along.

I find myself enthralled by the beauty of His sensitivity, the sweetness of His presence, the charm of His humor, and the strength of His protective resolve. I am madly in love with His distinctly personal touches that pepper my life with surprises and mystery. I am awed by His wisdom, and humbled by His grace. As I reflect back to those wrestling days of years gone by compared to the changes that love brought, I am reminded of this simple truth. All heart strings that are touched with love must sound!

Lord, love of my life - let my life be a song, a trophy of your grace

Lesa