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Question Marks Are Broken Hearts

I'm the type of person that loves to find meaning in everything. Pain only amplifies my desire to know why. That is why when my friend, Laura, texted me one day, telling me about some new thoughts of hers they resonated with me.

"I started drawing random things this morning. Basically just lines and punctuation marks. It kinda hit me that question marks are hearts that have been broken and started to cry. The half heart with the dot at the bottom for the tear... And it just was hard for me to kinda re-realize that some questions will never be answered here on Earth and will sometimes just bring tears..."

Drawn by Laura Santee

This hit me like, "Wow, Laura, that is amazing!"

As I said, pain brings so many questions... when you're hurt, alone you wonder why? When all you feel does become questions.

"Why do I have to feel this pain? Why do I hurt so much?"

"Why did God allow me to love if only to have that love ripped away?"

"Why is the world so selfish?"

"Why are people so complicated?"

"Why are we all so ready to be loved, but few are willing to actually love others?"

"Why am I dealing with this?"

The questions never end. And sometimes it feels everything I once held dear only falls away, becoming yet another question mark, no answer.

Life... love dying to the mystery of why.

This is really an exclamation mark, but I saw it as a question mark the first time around.

I found this emoji, shortly after my friend texted me.

Immediately I was reminded of her words, but this time my thoughts took another turn. In a hopeful direction.

It doesn't have to end with tears, question marks, pain.

You can grow, even out of unanswered why's.

You can heal.

You can move on and find beauty, laughter again.

And then, slowly, surely your questions will fade. The heart will become whole... become an exclamation mark.

You may never know why. I will never know why I lost some of the people I lost. Or experienced  some of the pain I did. But that's OK...

Broken hearts will be questions marks. We cry the pain away in questions. And then slowly, life picks up. We are given new things to love. New and better people will come onto our path, a long with some of the same old awful kind.

And slowly we forget the questions as we choose to keep loving.

And our questions become exclamations of joy.

For no reason we are happy, we smile.


Who knows? Maybe it's just part of the cycle of growth God has for us. Maybe it's the result and consequences of sin alive in the world. Maybe it's something I can't even think to ask.

But all that matters is this: we are continuing on despite pain or smile. Despite a possible future of pain that may reemerge. Despite everything, we keep on healing and growing and loving.

We are alive, we know beauty even among the broken question marks and their tears.

Thank you, Laura, for helping me see this, for sending me your honest, beautiful text!

What of you? Have you ever felt like this, that everything beautiful always seems to break into a question mark, over and over? Have you ever learned to be OK with the unanswered questions? 

I'd love to hear your thoughts! 


  1. Whoa. That is deep. Need to think on that more.


  2. Life is full of ups and downs for me, right now it's good!
    Love this, insightful!

    1. So glad life is good for you right now! Thanks :)

  3. Oy, pain. I’m feeling that a lot right now, with my bad knee. I can’t bend it (like to kneel or squat) right now. And I just wonder...why??? I’ve got runs, horse rides, farm work, office work, to do, and this only makes things difficult!!!

    But then I think about others, and the trials they are facing, trials that are waaaaaay more painful, heartbreaking, and difficult then just an gimpy knee. So why complain about my lot? I’d better spend the time praying for others or doing what I need to do to the best of my ability, pain aside.

    1. Physical pain is hard to deal with. It’s definitely not something that doesn’t exist. It helps to put the focus on others, not our pain be it physical or other. Yet you still need to deal with you pain, find the balance. I do hope your knee stops hurting and heals, Julian!

  4. This is so thought provoking.


  5. Keturah,

    Thank you so much for this! This was so amazing and encouraging to read! I am definitely trying to learn to push past the hurts and be happy. Something that takes a while to learn... But thank you for your reminder and for being such a great friend! Absolutely loved reading this!


    1. Thank you, Laura! I’m so honored to call you friend. It’s hard to push past hurts. It’s a process. And you’re doing so well. Thank you for inspiring me! :)

  6. I do know that once you have experienced loss pain, and can finally feel joy again, that that joy is more full than it was before the pain... even if the pain is never forgotten. Sometimes, perhaps feeling pain may allow us to feel happiness more...

  7. This resonated deeply with me, thank you.

  8. I never thought of this before, great post!
    P.S. I just recently started a blog and would love it if you stopped by!

    1. Thank you for stopping by and commenting! I’ll check out your blog ;)

  9. Such a cute post! I loved it.



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