Three Weapons to Get Over a Break Up—God’s Way

   
Some relationships should never last. I’m a twenty, African-American, Christian female who recently went through my first serious breakup. It needed to be done. Like most people in my shoes, only romcoms and books taught us what to do after a breakup. But, what are the weapons we need to fight off a heartbreak God’s way? That’s the question I’ve been asking my parents, my aunt, my sister, my cousin, my college friend, my Christian small group friends, even my coworkers. The common answer—get a new beau. Nuh-uh. So we can go into the worldly cycle of endless dating and heartache until we find a spouse just to get divorced with two kids seven years later. No thanks. What we need to fill the void in our heart is quality time with family and God.
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1st weapon—peace. Lost in the presence of God, meditation, is crucial. Picture yourself laid back and listening to soaking worship music in your car while speaking in tongues for countless minutes. Peace is filling your soul. Enough peace to combat your feelings of condemnation, because you had previously put a relationship before your relationship with God. Next scene: when you’re laying in your bed before you go to sleep, you listen to a calming melody of worship and raise your hands and say “Holy Spirit come.” A tingling will start to tickle your fingers and the palms of your hands until you feel a wave-like current of spiritual air move your hands in a circle. Meditation is your best friend, and God will give you peace. If you’re you used to feeling the warmth of a body next to you in bed, Holy Spirit is definitely the best replacement.
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2nd weapon—fun. What’s your dream? Pastor TD Jakes says it best in his hit motivational sermon “You gotta run!” It’s true. You must run after your destiny. What passion did you pursue before you got distracted by that ungodly relationship? It could be running, writing, starting a business, finishing college, going into ministry, drawing anime, modelling, or fashion designing. Whatever God put in your heart to do take that first step and do it, and have fun running after your destiny. Join classes at a community college, church, library, museum, theatre, YMCA, or anything that will teach and motivate you to move into the realm that you were created for. You’ll be surprised at what opportunities you’ll find if you just seek.
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3rd weapon—laughter. Family and friends are where it’s at. Stop focusing on the relationships that God doesn’t want you to have and start focusing on the relationships that God purposely placed in your life. I still felt lonely after breaking my ungodly soul ties and commanding the layer of my heart to return that I had given away to my ex. Isolation is a trap, so spending time and experiencing laughter with friends and family is necessary.
 Remember these weapons when you’re battling to move forward: peace, fun, and laughter.




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