What a difference a day makes.
Last Friday, I was perfectly fine—attacking the day, running errands, checking things off my list.
Saturday evening, without warning, the day attacked me.
One misstep and I found myself flat on the floor, bleeding and in pain, waiting for EMS to arrive.
I didn’t plan to fall last week.
I didn’t plan the pain, the bruises, the swelling, or the reminder that I am breakable and life, precarious.
That’s how it happens sometimes, though, isn’t it?
One slip.
One diagnosis.
One loss.
One heartbreak.
And suddenly we find ourselves sprawled across the hard places of life, shaken by what we never saw coming.
Meanwhile, the world keeps spinning and life goes on, but we are left with the aftermath: the shock, the panic, the wounding, the ache that lingers long after the fall.
And yet…even here, our Mender meets us.
He enters our pain and transforms it into the rare kind of beauty that can only be born from the ashes.
He stoops low, gathers us up, and tends to what is broken with grace and intention, not by erasing the bruises but by redeeming them.
In God’s economy, no pain is wasted because class is always in session.
Through the very pain we lament and seek to avoid, He teaches His most valuable lessons, imparting wisdom we would not gain any other way.
In two days, I will be leading a conference entitled “Mended.” It is something for which I began preparing weeks ago.
What I didn’t prepare for was the pain that would precede it.
Nevertheless, I welcome it for the unmistakable parallel it has proven to be, mirroring the deeper, unseen wounds we all carry that leave us marked and aching far longer than we expect.
It seems almost fitting, then, that before I speak about mending, I would first be reminded how easily we break, and how faithful God is to meet us there, right in the middle of what we thought would undo us.
Have you stumbled or fallen lately? If, today, you find yourself nursing your own hidden wounds, take heart and know you are not alone.
Your Mender, ever vigilant, draws near, as attuned to your pain as if it were His own.
Even now, He is at work, renewing what was broken, restoring what was lost, and writing wholeness into every line of your story.
Cling to Him, beloved, through all the pages to come. You are more loved than you can possibly imagine.❤️🩹
“He heals the broken in heart and binds up their wounds.” ~ 𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟏𝟒𝟕:𝟑