“Oh God, where are you? I failed the audition. I feel so foolish. Please help me.” Ember prayed, gasping, tears falling. Trembling underneath the weeping willow tree, her quiet space, she shut her eyes tightly, blocking out the world, focusing on what her grandmother used to say.

Pray, darling. Jesus meets us anywhere.

A voice called, “Go inside the workshop.”

Startled, Ember opened her eyes. The tree had disappeared, and now in its place was a stone workshop. The door creaked open. Ember stepped inside. Ruby lights shone—heart-shaped, untouchable myriads of lights, glimmering as if from another galaxy.

Hearing a gentle tapping, she moved forward. A heaviness slowed her steps as crying echoed around her. Layers upon layers of glass-like shards were stacked up on a workbench. So many that, at first, she didn’t notice the figure standing in the corner, his head bent down, obscured by the fragments around him. Patiently he worked, concentrating systematically on the broken, clear pieces until they transformed red, became whole, and floated away.

“Ember, my cherished daughter. Welcome.” His words reverberated in her soul. “Each heart is created beautiful. But in this flawed world, they are so easily broken, like yours.”

Ember’s throat dried up. She cast her head down, silent tears falling.

“I am the Restorer. I understand your pain. I’ve lived with you, throughout your suffering. A heart may be shattered, but I can make it whole again. Trust in me to heal your brokenness, and in me you will find rest.”

Ember looked up. She watched as, one by one, the hearts on the table were restored. The crying had stopped, and she saw the marks on the Savior’s hands, reaching out for each broken piece with love. His eyes were warm and deep, and she got the impression that a luminous light radiated from within Him.

Falling to her knees, she prayed, “Jesus, my Lord and Savior. I offer my heart to you.”

Suddenly, Ember was outside next to the weeping willow. The stone workshop had vanished. Her pain replaced with peace in her spirit. Jesus was with her. Unburdened and free, she ran back home, restored. • Cindy Lee

• Today’s allegorical story offers a glimpse of the kindness and faithfulness of Jesus. So many things can happen in this fallen world that leave us feeling brokenhearted. Ever since the first humans sinned, life is not as it should be. Yet God doesn’t abandon us in our sin and brokenness. He reaches out—and restores us. Whether our sorrow is caused by the general imperfection of the world, other people’s particular sin, or even our own sin, Jesus always wants to heal us. What kinds of things have left you feeling brokenhearted?

• Our hearts were made for relationship with God, and even though humans rejected God and chose sin instead, He paid the ultimate price to make that relationship possible again. When Jesus died for us on the cross and rose from the grave, He made the way to forgive our sins and make us new. Though we often look to created things to give us relief from our grief and despair, it’s only in relationship with our loving Creator that our hearts can truly be restored. How does Jesus meet us in our suffering and give us hope?

• Sometimes when a tragedy or life-changing event happens, it can shake our beliefs or make us angry with God, and this is perfectly normal. Can you think of a time you felt this way? Consider taking some time to share, not just your sadness, but also your worries, your anger, and your fears with Jesus—the one who died for you and loves you dearly. In addition to talking to Jesus, who is a trusted Christian in your life you can be honest with about your pain and any questions you may have? (If no one comes to mind, you can ask God to help you identify someone in the future.)

He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds. Psalm 147:3 (CSB)