The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18.
The past year has been full of ups and downs for me. The greatest blessing has been the birth of my daughter, and the hardest struggle I’ve had to endure is my daddy being diagnosed with dementia. My hero, spiritual authority, and the best father anyone could ever hope for has lost his memories, and due to a stroke he suffered two years ago, he has lost much of his ability to speak. My heart has shattered and has been put back together by a loving God. The thought of Jubilee not growing up with her ambitious, energetic God-fearing grandfather, who loves the word of God, the great outdoors, fishing, and camping, breaks me in a way I have never experienced.
We live in a world of brokenness.
For every brokenhearted person in this world right now, there is a loving God next to him or her, waiting to apply His healing balm of Gilead. Brokenness causes a person to feel like they will never experience normalcy again and they wonder if they will ever feel like their true self again. Have you ever felt like that? Have you ever sat amidst people and wondered, when will I feel whole? If this post is hitting home to you right now, God wants to save you from your crushed spirit.
A few years ago, in one of the most broken times in my life, I cried to God night and day. To be honest, I didn’t know if I would ever come out of the darkness. I attended as many church services and conferences I could because, even though God felt far away from me, I could see Him working in the lives of others. I knew that I would not be numb forever. One night at the altar, I sat on the ground for a long time, praying silently under my breath. It was at that moment when a Pastor’s wife gently took my hands in hers and said,
“When I was praying for you I saw a vision of a tiny blue bird with her wings in bandages. God spoke to me and told me to tell you that it is okay to take time to heal. There will come a time when you will fly again.”
That night I learned a very valuable lesson. Even when I was incapable to fly on my own, I could still rise on eagle’s wings.
Those words brought so much hope into my life. However, not knowing how long I was supposed to be in a season of healing felt a little debilitating. In my season of grief right now, I am holding unto the word that I received a few years ago, “I will fly again.”
It can be frustrating when we do not know how long our season of healing will be. One thing I know for certain is, don’t rush the process. The longer you heal, the higher you’ll fly.
Prayer: Lord, I pray that You would go to my brokenhearted family members and friends. You know the things that have shaken their faith, striped their strength, and stole their joy. I pray you would carry those who are crushed in spirit and when they do not have the ability to fly that you would allow them to soar on Your eagles wings.