In the pit of grief, confusion, and isolation, I questioned God’s plan. Why did he bring me to a place of solitude, incapable of going anywhere? A place where all I could do was sit and cry as I looked out of my living room windows, staring at the mountains ahead, pouring out my heart to Him. A place where I longed for healing.
But in the quiet, empty house, he met me in the silence that would often follow my questions of “why?” Tears would fall as his presence impressed upon my heart that he was there. In the middle of my pain and sorrow, he was there. No matter what my feelings dictated, Truth remained, “He is close to the brokenhearted and rescues those crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
While I still had so many questions, I realized this was exactly where I needed to be. This was the place where healing would begin. I was alone, but I was alone with Jesus.
I soon realized that my heart and soul needed this. My mind and body needed it just as much. I was worn. He knew I needed healing and rest. He met me in the middle of my brokenness, and he’ll meet you in the middle of yours. Sit with him in the quiet and let the tears fall. In the silence, be still, listen for his voice, and know that he cares. And let the healing begin.
Joey Steward says
There is such wisdom and what you say. Brilliantly written!