Unseen Wounds

But even this heartbreak, this betrayal, this confusion —

it has taught me things comfort never could.

Through the pain with my children’s father,

through the sister wound,

through feeling replaced and misunderstood —

You have been teaching me.

You’ve been teaching me my worth.

You’ve been teaching me discernment.

You’ve been teaching me that I am sustained by You, not by a man.

What tried to break me is building me.

My affliction is not punishment — it is preparation.

And I trust that nothing I’ve cried over is wasted.”

Now let me give you a softer, more intimate version — like something that could go straight into your book:

“God, if this pain was the classroom, then I will not fail the lesson.

I will not let betrayal turn me bitter.

I will let it make me wiser.

If this was the fire, then refine me — don’t ruin me.

You promised my suffering would teach me something eternal.

So I choose to believe You.”