Psalm 147:3 – “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
There’s a specific kind of pain that comes when your heart breaks for the first time.
I’m not talking about the “we grew apart” kind of breakup. I’m talking about the gut-punch kind. The kind where you can’t eat for days, your chest physically aches, and you realize that love songs hit a little too close to home now.
For me, it was the moment I found out I’d been cheated on. Or maybe it was the time I was so clearly overlooked—like I was standing there, loving and showing up and being present, and somehow still not being chosen.
Either way, both moments left me with the same sinking feeling: Was I not enough?
Heartbreak has a way of shrinking your world down to that one question. It’s like the betrayal or rejection becomes a mirror you can’t stop looking into, and all you see is every flaw you already feared you had.
I remember lying in bed after it all fell apart, staring at the ceiling, trying to pray. But all I could manage was:
“God… why?”
Why didn’t You stop it? Why didn’t You protect me? Why didn’t You make them see my worth?
And then came the silence. Not the comforting kind—more like the where are You? kind.
Psalm 147:3 says,
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
I wish I could tell you that I read that verse once, felt instantly better, and walked out of my heartbreak glowing. But that’s not how healing worked for me.
At first, I didn’t want to heal. I wanted to be mad. I wanted them to regret it. I wanted some kind of closure that never came. I also wanted them to feel the same hurt I did. And in the process, I realized something: Heartbreak is not just an emotional wound—it’s a spiritual one, too.
Because when someone breaks your heart, it’s not just trust in them that takes a hit—it’s trust in God. If You love me, why would You let this happen? If You’re good, why does it hurt this much?
The slow, messy work of healing taught me a few things:
1. God Doesn’t Rush the Healing
We live in a world that loves quick fixes—rebound relationships, distractions, “glow-up” seasons that hide the pain under a new haircut. But God doesn’t just want to put a Band-Aid over it. He wants to get into the deep places—the lies we believed, the wounds we carried even before this heartbreak—and actually bind them up.
2. Being Overlooked Doesn’t Mean You’re Forgettable
When I was passed over, it felt like confirmation of my worst fears—that I was easy to walk past, easy to replace. But the truth? God’s love is not based on whether someone else recognizes your worth. He saw you first. Chose you first. Called you His before anyone else’s opinion even existed.
3. Your Story Isn’t Over Because Someone Walked Away
In the moment, it feels like everything ends. The future you pictured disappears overnight. But heartbreak isn’t the end of your story—it’s just the end of that chapter. God’s still writing, and He’s not done with you yet.
4. It’s Okay to Ask “Why?”
God can handle your questions, your anger, and your tears. You don’t have to package them neatly before bringing them to Him. Some of my most honest prayers came through clenched teeth and mascara-streaked cheeks. And God didn’t turn away—He drew closer.
5. Faith Grows in the Aftermath
I didn’t see it then, but looking back, the season after heartbreak became one of the most faith-forming seasons of my life. I learned that God’s presence wasn’t dependent on my feelings. I learned that His comfort was steady, even when nothing else was.
If you’re sitting in the rubble of a relationship, wondering if you’ll ever feel whole again, hear me: You will. It won’t happen overnight. It might not happen on your preferred timeline. But God is already at work binding up your wounds—even the ones you haven’t told anyone about it.
And one day, you’ll look back and see what I’ve come to believe: The worst thing that happened to you might also be the thing God used to bring you closer to Him. God is going to give you reasons to have faith in Him—if everything worked perfectly, no faith would be required.
Psalm 147:3 isn’t a vague promise—it’s a lived one.
He really does heal the brokenhearted.
He really does bind up wounds.
So bring Him your shattered pieces. Bring Him your questions, your fears, your late-night what-ifs. He’s not just going to make you “okay” again. He’s going to make you a new person.
Hanna Rellar 