Finding God’s Faithfulness Through Brokenness: My Story of Healing, Hope, and Purpose

I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know about God. From my earliest days, faith was the quiet backdrop of my life—ever-present, even in the hardest moments. Looking back, I can clearly see God’s faithfulness through brokenness, steady and sure, even when life felt uncertain.

One of my fondest memories is of my grandfather, a devout man of God, sitting peacefully in his chair with his Bible open on his lap. His quiet devotion left a deep imprint on my heart.

I always knew who Jesus was. Faith wasn’t a foreign concept—it was woven into the fabric of my childhood. At twelve years old, I accepted Jesus as my Savior through Missionettes, an Assemblies of God youth program, and was baptized that same year. My mother, who loved the Lord deeply, taught us to pray in every situation. Though she didn’t attend church herself, she made sure we went faithfully with one of her childhood friends every Wednesday and Sunday. Her love for God and her commitment to raising us in faith shaped me in more ways than I understood at the time.

A Complicated Home Life

But my home life was complicated.

My father was a deeply wounded man. He came from an abusive background, and that brokenness carried into his adult life. He was an alcoholic who struggled to connect with us emotionally or spiritually. His beliefs, from what little I understood, resembled more of a comic book multiverse than biblical truth. He was physically present but spiritually absent—and that created a deep ache in me from a young age.

A Fractured Family and Silent Struggle

When I was a teenager, the pain at home grew more intense. My dad began coming into my room at night. Nothing ever happened beyond that, but the fear and trauma were very real. At school, we had been taught to speak up about abuse. So I did. I told my mom. That conversation ended my parents’ marriage, and in many ways, it marked the beginning of my own unraveling.

For a time, I stepped away from church and the God I had always known. I chased distraction—parties and unhealthy relationships—but nothing filled the ache. Late at night, I would cry in my bed, aware that I was breaking God’s heart and my own. Even in rebellion, I could feel His pull on my soul.

A New Chapter Through MOPS

Everything started to change when I joined MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). I met a mentor mom whose faith was vibrant, authentic, and quietly powerful. I wanted what she had. Her peace, her purpose, her relationship with God—it stirred something in me. That desire led me back into deeper connection with the Lord. My faith didn’t just return—it deepened.

But with spiritual growth came painful clarity. I began to see the fractures in my marriage more clearly.

I had married a man who reminded me of my father—charming, wounded, and caught in addiction. While he attended church with me, accepted Jesus, and even taught Sunday school, his Monday-through-Saturday life didn’t reflect a surrendered heart. His true relationship with God is between him and the Lord—but his brokenness affected all of us.

When Everything Fell Apart

Eventually, our marriage ended.

I was a stay-at-home mom of 19 years with no job, no income, and no idea what came next. I remember my youngest son asking, “Mom, what’s going to happen now?” And all I could say was, “I don’t know—but God’s going to take care of us.”

And He did.

I like to say that God allowed everything to happen at exactly the right time—even during COVID. That season slowed the world down just enough to give me space to heal and start over. I didn’t have money to cover all the bills, but God provided in creative and unexpected ways. Friends and family showed up with groceries, cash, and help. People I didn’t even know from church volunteered their time to help me clean, paint, and pack my house when it was time to sell.

Healing and Forgiveness

Over time, something even deeper happened—something that felt impossible for years: I forgave.

I forgave my dad. I forgave my ex-husband. And not just in word, but in heart.

Through God’s grace, I’ve been able to see both of them not just as people who caused pain, but as broken men who were repeating patterns of pain they didn’t know how to escape. That doesn’t excuse the hurt, but it reframes it. God gave me peace—true, lasting peace—not because things were made right externally, but because He made them right in me.

I now look back with compassion. And that, in itself, is a miracle.

The Birth of Living Faith Fearlessly

This journey—the good, the hard, the healing—is what birthed Living Faith Fearlessly.

I realized the faith I needed wasn’t passive. It wasn’t just about showing up to church and checking boxes. True faith meant clinging to God when everything else was falling apart—trusting Him when all I had left was His name. That’s the kind of faith I now write about, hoping to help other women discover the same unshakable hope.

Living Faith Fearlessly exists to remind us all that God is still good in the middle of broken stories. That His Word is relevant to every part of life. That healing is possible. That grace is enough. That forgiveness can flourish even in the ashes.

This Is My Story

I still cry when I think about how far He’s brought me—not because I’m sad, but because I’m in awe. My story isn’t tidy. It’s messy and layered. But God has been faithful in every step.

He never left.
He always provided.
And He continues to use my past to speak life into others.

This is what it means to live faith fearlessly: not perfectly, not painlessly—but with the bold, unwavering trust that God is still writing something beautiful.

God Spoke to My Pain

One day during the worst of it, I stood at my kitchen sink, doing dishes, staring out the window, and I asked God, “Why is this happening to me?”

And in that quiet moment, I sensed His response:
“Because you’re going to share this story.”

That’s why I’m sharing it now.

The Message of Hope from My Testimony

Maybe you’ve walked through pain that defies explanation.
Perhaps you’ve known the ache of feeling unseen, unheard, or unsafe.
You might carry wounds from those who were meant to protect you.
Or maybe you’ve drifted far and wondered if God still wants you back.

You are not alone.
And your story isn’t over.

My journey is proof that no amount of brokenness, fear, or failure can keep God from reaching us. He is not intimidated by our trauma. He doesn’t walk away when things get messy. In fact, that’s where He begins to do His most beautiful work.

God didn’t just rescue me—He restored me.

God met me in the dark places, brought mentors to guide me, and gave me strength I didn’t know I had. He provided when I had nothing. He held me when I was falling apart. And He didn’t just heal the outside—He healed my heart.

Here’s what I want you to know:

Your past does not disqualify you from God’s promises.

“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good…”
—Genesis 50:20

“He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted…”
—Isaiah 61:1

“…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes…”
—Isaiah 61:3

“He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion…”
—Philippians 1:6

You are never too broken for God to use you. You are never too far for Him to reach. And you are never beyond His love.

Where Healing Begins:

If you saw pieces of your own story in mine—if your heart aches from wounds you never asked for, or you’re standing in the rubble of a life that didn’t go as planned—I want you to know something:

God’s faithfulness meets us in our brokenness.

He doesn’t wait for us to have it all together. He steps into the mess, holds us in the chaos, and begins writing something redemptive and beautiful—even when we can’t see it yet.

Will you let Him meet you there?

Take a step today. Reach out in prayer. Pick up your Bible again. Join a small group. Email me your story. Let’s walk this healing journey together.

And if you’ve never said yes to Jesus, let today be the day. Not because your life is perfect—but because you know you need Him in the middle of it.

Your story isn’t over. God is still writing. And it’s going to be good.

Heavenly Father,
Thank You for being near to the brokenhearted. Thank You for never giving up on me, even when I doubted, wandered, or felt unworthy of love. You saw every moment of pain and met me with mercy. You restored what I thought was lost. You turned my mourning into purpose, and my story into a testimony of grace.

Lord, I pray for every heart reading this now. You know their hidden wounds and silent struggles. Speak healing over their past, hope into their present, and courage into their future. Remind them that You are the God who brings beauty from ashes, light from darkness, and life from brokenness.

Help us to live faith fearlessly—anchored in You, even when life is hard.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

Keep Going: More Stories of Faith, Healing, and Hope

If this testimony encouraged you, I invite you to read more reflections that reveal God’s presence in our pain and His power to restore:

• Experience how grief and gratitude can coexist in First Mother’s Day Without My Mom: Faith, Grief, and Gratitude.
• Learn how starting the day with intention can draw you closer to God in Coffee with God: The Secret to Starting Your Day with Success.
• Discover how home can be a sanctuary of peace in Creating a Faith-Filled Hygge Home That Reflects God’s Peace.
• See how sharing meals can strengthen spiritual connection in The Sacred Table: Sharing Meals with Glad and Sincere Hearts.
• Reflect on God’s creativity and love through creation in The Divine Design: How Nature’s Complexity Points to God.

Wherever you are in your journey—whether walking through brokenness, healing, or hope—God is with you. And He’s not done writing your story.

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