A broken heart left me...broken.

A long time ago, I gave my heart to the wrong person. It took me a while to fully get it back and to feel whole again. I held onto it tightly and began to build walls around it, so I could nver feel it break like that again. In doing that, I also blocked good people and good things from entering. In trying to not feel that pain, I couldn't feel joy or love either. I built the walls so high and so thick that I had no clue how to even begin breaking through them to cure the numbness. I prayed to God everyday to open it back, so I could just feel something. When it finally did, I gave it all to Him. I am not qualified to give my heart to any person. I am letting God be in charge of that. For a man to have my heart again, he will have to go through God. At that point, since God has had complete control of my heart, I will know how to love and receive love truly because all this time, He is filling it with His amazing LOVE and trust.