I broke His heart.

I'm reading Genesis. And it's such a solid book. It might be in my top five as far as books of the Bible go. God is so real in the way He speaks through this book, and his character is deeply revealed. 

In Genesis 6, God talks about when the humans of his creation greatly disobey him and consistently turn toward evil. Verse 6 says, "so The Lord was sorry he ever made them. It broke his heart."

What? Gods heart breaks too? I mean, obviously, but this verse is so blatant about stating that Gods heart was hurting, aching. And he says it loud and clear. His heart was really broken. 

Gods heart is just as fragile as mine. And it makes the aching of my human heart, from the actions of another human, seem so futile. I ache for my own sadness, but I do this to God everyday! I don't always listen when he is speaking right into my ears. I neglect his open and obvious honesty about his love for me. And while a silent tear falls from my cheek as I feel I'm not that special, I think of the downpour God withholds everyday when his very own created children neglect him in every way. 

I have broken Gods heart. We have broken Gods heart. His heart is aching. I hate the idea of hurting anyone, but I should hate most the idea of hurting the one who loves me most. 

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