All of us would agree that God is able put the broken pieces of our lives back together.
But what if there are no pieces left?
What if you’re left with shards too small to ever, ever piece back together?
What if your life has been devastated by fires of affliction so hot there is nothing left but ashes?
These are the thoughts that weighed heavy on my heart as I faced the 2015 New Year.
2014 was the hardest year of my life. Through devastating circumstances, I became a single mom to my three sons. I lost both my ministry of teaching in a Christian school in Australia, and ministering in our local church. We left our home, church, school, friends, and the only country my boys had lived in up to that point.
During the flight back to the States, waves of doubt washed over me. What would happen to us? How could God make everything okay? I had no idea how I could stay strong for my boys. I literally survived moment by moment, only concentrating on the very next step I had to take.
I remember how my parents welcomed us with open arms and broken hearts that night our flight landed. I remember climbing the stairs to their guest bedroom with a weariness that reached down to the depths of my soul. I remember collapsing on the bed, the weight of my broken heart a physical force upon my chest in the darkness.
I felt like there was nothing left.
No pieces left for God to mend.
Just dust and ashes.
I didn’t know how I was going to make a living. I didn’t know how I could afford a house, a car, or school tuition. I knew my family would welcome us for as long as we needed to stay, but I didn’t want to burden them.
But aside from the physical needs and financial worries, I didn’t know how God could heal my heart.
Especially since there just seemed to be a gaping hole where once beat a heart full of joy.
Are you in this place too, my friend? Feeling that not even God can mend the shards of your heart, your life, your soul?
If so, I’m here to give you hope. There’s nothing too broken for God to fix. Nothing too far gone for Him to mend. No hurt too deep He cannot heal.
I stand as a living testament to the fact that God can bring beauty from ashes.
In the past four years, God has done miracle after miracle in my life. At just the right time, the operation of a small daycare opened up. This job enables me make a living, minister to the children in my community, and be home evenings and weekends to be with my sons.
God also provided a loving church family and an amazing Christian school for my boys to attend. I went from praying desperate prayers that my sons would survive a broken home, to praising God for the way He is drawing them to Himself.
Time after time, need after need was met. We were given a car. The perfect house (at an incredible price!) became available at just the right time. My boys’ school bill was paid anonymously for a whole year, until I was able to get on my feet financially.
But the biggest miracle of all was the one no one could see.
It was the healing of my heart.
Slowly, over the past four years, God has healed my heart. He has taken the pain and replaced it with pure joy. He used many things in this process–the love of my family, the support of my church, the kindness of my friends.
But most of all, it was the balm of His presence. Time spent soaking in the comfort of His Word. Time spent in prayer, with tears of sorrow, tears of healing, and then tears of joy spilling over.
For He truly is the Great Physician, the Healer of all hurting hearts.
Your healing may not come in the way you think it will, or in the time frame you wish.
It will most likely be a process–and probably take much too long to your way of thinking.
But it will come. It will.
God is the God of the impossible. He is the God Who opens a way through the sea when the army is bearing down, the God Who calms storms for His children, the God Who can put lives back together when there is nothing left.
Keep trusting Him. He will bring beauty from the ashes.
“Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.” (Isaiah 43:18-19)
“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.” (Isaiah 61:3)