There’s something sacred about a simple break. A breath. A pause in the middle of the whirlwind of life and yesterday, I got one.
A day that started with dance and MELT ended with a nap and a dinner date with my oldest son, Will. It wasn’t flashy or wild. It was exactly what my soul needed. Rest. Connection. A glimpse of joy that reminded me, once again, that even in the mess, God is near.
Yesterday morning I sat in silence, letting the stillness speak. The roofers were working — I heard drills and hammers chipping away at damage, repairing something that’s long needed tending to. And I couldn’t help but think…
That’s what I need too.
Not just my house.
But my heart.
It’s been carrying burdens. Old ones. Deep ones. Rooted in stories that were never true but felt real enough to shape me: that my body had to earn me love. That I had to give to be wanted. That silence or shame meant I was broken.
But maybe the truth is this: I’ve always been worthy. I just didn’t know how to believe it.
So I sat. I let God get into my head before I did. I remembered Hagar — how she ran into the wilderness, wounded and unseen, and God met her there. God saw her. Provided for her. And gave her the strength to carry on.
That same God sees me.
He sees you, too.
You are not forgotten. You are not too far gone. You are not broken beyond repair.
You are seen. Loved. And worthy of healing.
So maybe today isn’t about fixing it all. Maybe today is about asking: What needs to be chipped away? What needs to be surrendered? What story have I outgrown that I’m still dragging around?
Let Him be the one to do the patchwork. He’s the best at restoration.
A question to journal on:
What part of your heart is still in need of healing?
Sit with it. Breathe. Give it space.
The answer will come — and when it does, freedom follows.
A Prayer for the Healing Heart
Dear God,
I’ve been carrying this burden far too long.
Trying to fix things, hold things together, be everything to everyone.
But today, I don’t want to carry it alone.
I invite You in — to my mind, my heart, my pain, my past.
Chip away at the fear.
Drill through the doubt.
Tear off the broken pieces and patch them with your peace.
Remind me that I am already enough.
I don’t have to earn love.
I don’t have to be perfect to be healed.
I don’t have to hustle for worthiness.
You call me beloved — as I am.
Thank you for seeing me.
Thank you for healing me — even when I can’t see the full picture yet.
I choose to trust You with the process.
And I choose to believe that joy is coming.
Amen.
With love,
Worthy
