When your heart breaks, you know you're alive.

It can be anything.  A hungry child in another country.  A dog starved in a puppy mill.  A pelican covered in oil from a slick.   Some pictures on the news just grab you and you feel the wound.  Your heart breaks.  Why?  I think it's because the heart was made to know and recognize injustice.  The One who made us, made our heart and taught the heart how to do that.  Isn't God marvelous?

When your heart breaks, you know you're alive.  Suddenly, you care about something other than yourself.  You want something that doesn't give back to you.  You want to stop the injustice.  You want satisfaction.

My heart doesn't break over puppies or pelicans.   For me it's always about human beings.  Precious human beings.  Made in the image of God himself.  There is a way.  God's way.  He sees what we can't.  He knows the paths people take who hurt others.  He has assigned His children that choose to follow Him as His deputies.  I'm ready for my assignment.

I know I'm alive and I want satisfaction.