“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18 (NIV)
“He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless.”
— Isaiah 40:29 (NLT)
Testimony
There was a time when I felt like the weight of life would crush me. I was surrounded by brokenness, misunderstood by many, and fighting battles no one could see. I cried silent prayers, wondering if God was listening—if He even saw me.
But even in the silence, He was there.
For much of my life, I never felt like I could fully express how I felt. I struggled with speaking—like my voice would get stuck somewhere between my heart and my lips. So, I pressed into the arts. Writing, singing, and painting became my voice when words failed me. They were a way to release what I didn’t yet know how to articulate.
Over time, I’ve come to understand that God gave me a personality that feels deeply. And at the core of that sensitivity, He planted something sacred—creativity. It has become not only a lifeline, but also a reflection of His Spirit working through me.
Through every storm, setback, and sleepless night, I’ve come to know Jesus not just as Savior, but as Healer, Restorer, and Friend. He met me in my lowest moments and lifted me with a love that asked for nothing in return but my surrender. I’ve seen Him make a way out of no way, mend what was beyond repair, and bring peace where there was only chaos.
My life is proof that God still moves. He still saves. He still speaks. And when we trust Him with our pain, He can turn it into power. I am no longer defined by what I went through—but by who He is in me.
To anyone reading this: you’re not forgotten. There’s still purpose in your pain. And there’s still time for God to write a new chapter.
Devotional Thought
There was a time I felt buried under the weight of life. Silenced by pain. Misunderstood. Alone.
But even in the silence—God was near. I didn’t always feel Him, but He was working in the background, weaving together something sacred out of my broken pieces.
I learned that my silence wasn’t a sign of weakness—it was a space where creativity bloomed. Writing became the language of my healing. Singing helped me breathe again. And painting? It was a prayer made visible.
God doesn’t waste pain. He turns it into purpose.
What the enemy tried to silence, God used as a stage. What felt like a curse—He’s now using to reach others, to speak life, and to glorify His name.
Can you think of a time when you felt God’s presence, even in silence?
What creative outlets or passions help you process pain or express hope?
How can you begin to see your past not as a burden, but as a testimony?
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for being near when I felt furthest from You. Thank You for turning silence into a song, pain into power, and brokenness into beauty. Remind me daily that You see me, know me, and have called me for a purpose. Use my story to bring healing and hope to others. Help me trust that You are writing something far greater than what I see right now.
In Jesus’ name, Amen