He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Psalm 147:3

Lately in the news, we have seen so many families who have lost children by violent means. Obviously, they would be heartbroken. I feel for them, I feel their pain.

I too lost a child. Not by violence, but through a broken relationship.

It was completely devastating for me. It was like my child died. The trauma I experienced left me with so many questions. Why? What did I do Lord?

Nothing, he told me. He reminded me that I am loved and there is nothing that can separate me from his love (Romans 8:39).

This brokenness helped me to draw closer to God. I developed a brand-new relationship with my Lord that I am extremely thankful for.

He reminded me of the existing family members in my life who need me and love me. There are also people who I have met and developed great friendships with. They encourage and uplift me in so many ways, and I know this is God’s hand at work.

I am also reminded that He has a purpose for my life. Sometimes we need the storms to help drive us to our purpose. I have been able to fulfill my calling as a writer. To share words that encourage and uplift others, the same way they have done for me.

Most importantly he tells me, “you have found me. When you think about what you have lost, remember you have found me, my way, my truth and my life”.

Losing a loved one is never easy, no matter the manner of the loss. But when you place your faith and trust in God, He will help you pick up the broken pieces. He will mold you and shape you to become not only whole, but stronger than before.

This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up for the prompt BROKEN.