This past week marked eleven years since my life caved in on itself. Eleven years since I fell to the oak floor of my living room and wept until my inner well ran dry. Eleven years since I decided to fight back against the darkness that threatened to crush me like a locomotive.
The story is deeply personal and the details would only distract, as details often do. But the truth is, many of you have been there, are there even now, and you are desperate for the smallest sliver of light to break through the darkness and illuminate a path forward, desperate for Hope to take your shaking hand in hers and lead you out, one trembling step at a time.
This morning I happened to notice the words I’d scrawled on my desktop stack of spiral-bound note cards in November. Back when past trauma suddenly resurfaced and pulled me under for a time. These words from Isaiah helped me get back up, and I share them with you today in case you need a hand.
“Do not remember the past events; pay no attention to things of old. Look, I am about to do something new; even now it is coming. Do you not see it? Indeed I will make a way in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:18-19
Always, we must reckon with the past. But always, there is hope of redemption and renewal. Because always, there is a living, loving God who promises to make all things new. A God who came to earth and made healing a centerpiece of his life and work here among us.