When our bodies are sick, we go to the doctor seeking remedy.
When our hearts are broken, where do we go to?
or rather who do we seek? what do we do?

Some people seek friends,
others get drunk and high,
Some club their time away,
others seek new love which may or may not be the right solution,
Some flirt around to test their sexual prowess or maybe to test their attraction scale...
yet others seek solace in burying themselves in work or solitude.

Me? When my heart gets broken, I drive to the beach in the wee hours of the morning, before dawn breaks. Sometimes I go alone, sometimes with my mum. Mum would stroke my hair and pray for me and tell me everything would be fine. I'll seat myself on the sandy, dew-covered benches and write in my big girl book. I'll write a personal letter to God.
It goes like that:

Dear God,
Mend my broken heart.
Amen.

Sometimes its longer...

Dear God,
I hate crying, my eyes are swollen and puffy. I want to be the old beautiful happy me... help me let go and let you mend my heart. My heart I give to you. I know only with you it is safe.
Amen.

I'll do this everyday until I know I have fully recovered from my broken heart. Sometimes, I would jog... sweat my brokenness away... On other days, I'll drive my dogs to the beach and walk them... and it was only during such times that I want to be alone in solitude and then I would feel His presence strongly... He who created me is more than capable of mending my broken heart.

Its been this same method....
Bringing me through my heartaches....

When someone close passed away... my heart breaks...
When someone I love hurts me... my heart breaks...
When I give up hope on someone or something I held dear... my heart breaks...
When there's untold restless tension in my household... my heart breaks...
When someone spreads malicious rumours about me or my loved ones... my heart breaks...

Yet time and again God mended my heart. Strengthening my altruism for people and altered my perspective on things.

And everytime I am broken... He is there to pick the broken shards and fragmented pieces, piecing them together, making me whole again.