*MY EARLY MORNING LESSON* TOPIC: *EVEN THE STRONGEST YOU HEARTS BREAK WHEN LOVE TURNS INTO LIES...* There is a pain that no bandage can cover, no words can soothe, no music can drown. It’s the pain that comes not from enemies, but from the hearts we once held close. It’s the silent scream of betrayal when love, pure, vulnerable, sacrificial love, is met not with loyalty, but with lies. Even the strongest hearts… yes, even the bravest, most resilient, most hopeful hearts, break when love turns into lies. You see, it’s not the blade that hurts the most; it’s the hand that wields it. Strangers cannot wound you like the ones you once called “mine.” When someone you trusted with your soul twists the truth, hides their intentions, and replaces vows with venom, it doesn't just break your heart, it shatters the very lens through which you see life. But listen to me closely: pain is not the end of the story. Betrayal may leave a scar, but it must never steal your soul. When lies corrupt love, it’s easy, so easy, to want revenge. To want to scream. To want to become cold and hardened and build walls so tall that no one can reach you again. But the greatest strength is not in returning hurt for hurt. The greatest strength is in choosing peace over poison. Yes, choose peace. Not because they deserve it, but because you do. Because peace is not weakness; peace is the loudest roar of a healed soul. It is the declaration that you will not let the lies of others rewrite your truth or define your future. Choosing peace means saying, “Yes, you broke my heart, but you will not break my spirit.” Remember this: A lie may crush love, but it cannot kill light. Your love was real. Your intentions were true. And that truth will always rise. The strongest people are not those who have never cried, never been cheated, or never been deceived. The strongest people are the ones who still dare to love, to trust, and to smile again after the storm. So if you are listening to me right now, and your heart has been broken by someone you once called home, I want you to know that you are not weak because you loved. You are strong because you survived.You are not foolish for believing in someone, you are noble for giving love a chance. And now, you have a choice: You can stay in the prison of pain, or you can rise with the wisdom of a warrior. Let the lies fall away like dust. Let the tears cleanse your soul. Let the wound be a womb for something new, stronger, wiser, purer. Forgive, not because they asked for it, but because you refuse to let their lie poison the rest of your life. The heart was made to break, but it was also made to heal. And heal, you will. Your story isn’t over because someone mishandled your heart. In fact, this is the part of your story where you discover your true strength. You are still worthy of real love. You are still capable of deep joy. You are still enough, even after being lied to. So wear your scars like medals. They are not signs of weakness. They are proof that your heart has walked through fire, and refused to turn to stone. Let the liars lie. Let the past be the past. But let you, the real, beautiful, resilient you, rise. Because even the strongest hearts break... but they also rebuild. Stop crying! Your servant, _@ Fr. Albert Nwosu (Nwachinemere)_