There was a time when I thought I wouldn’t survive the pain. The betrayal in my marriage left me shattered, broken beyond words. But what pierced my soul even deeper was the rejection from the people I had trusted most—the very community I once leaned on turned their backs when I needed them the most. I was left standing in the wreckage, utterly alone, feeling abandoned, worthless, and like the very core of who I was had been stripped away. My voice, my strength—gone.
In my desperation, I sought healing in another relationship, hoping it would numb the unbearable pain. But it only led to more heartbreak, more devastation. The weight of betrayal, loneliness, and shame nearly crushed me. I felt suffocated, trapped in a cycle of deep sorrow, as if I’d never escape the darkness.
But God met me in my darkest hour. When I had nothing left to give, He reached down and pulled me out. I had a life-changing encounter with His relentless love—a love that broke through the pain, shame, and despair. In that sacred moment, my faith was reignited. God showed me that I wasn’t lost, that my strength had not truly been taken from me—it was just buried beneath the hurt. Slowly, He began healing my shattered heart, and I started to reclaim my voice, my worth, and the purpose I thought had been stolen.
