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These emotions had been lurking beneath the surface for months, but I had done my best to avoid them.
It was a quiet afternoon. I had just come down with a winter cold and found myself lying on the couch, seeking comfort in the familiar distractions of Netflix. But as I lay there, a thought came to me — a thought I quickly dismissed, trying to focus on the show. Yet, the thought came back. This time, I paused the screen and listened. I knew it was the Holy Spirit.
The thought was simple: "Jonell." My Aunt Jonell, who had passed away unexpectedly in late August of this year. It was the same day as my ministry’s women’s event. A day that should have been full of joy and celebration, but instead became a painful reminder of the loss I hadn’t fully processed.
As I lay there on the couch, I felt an overwhelming wave of guilt, pain, shame, and unforgiveness toward myself. These emotions had been lurking beneath the surface for months, but I had done my best to avoid them. I had prayed. I had attended Bible study. But this issue of the heart, this unresolved grief, was easy to overlook.
For the next 30 minutes, I allowed myself to feel. The tears came first, followed by shouts of pain and sorrow. Grief. Loss. The sting of no longer having someone I loved in my life. For so long, I had kept myself distracted, not wanting to face this raw pain. But in that moment of stillness, it became impossible to ignore.
Then, something shifted.
As the tears continued to flow, I felt the weight of the grief begin to lift. The ache softened. I could think of her name — Jonell — without pushing it away or immediately finding something to keep me busy. A deep release took place at that moment. I began to experience healing. I found myself dreaming again about my future, my life. Hope started to take root in my heart.
That night, I rediscovered the power of hope. I was reminded that, even in the face of death, God is good. He is always there, ready to restore us when we lean into the gentle nudging of the Holy Spirit. In hindsight, I realized that the Holy Spirit had been trying to nudge me for months. I had been running from the pain, avoiding the deep work of healing because facing it meant confronting my shortcomings. But in that quiet moment of surrender, I found healing and release.
I want to encourage you to do the same. If you’re struggling with grief, regret, or the weight of unmet expectations — take a moment to listen to the gentle nudges of the Holy Spirit. Don’t let the storms of life distract you from God’s promises for you. This is your season to heal, to get back on track, and to rediscover the hope and dreams God has placed in your heart.
Even when life feels heavy, remember: that God’s goodness never changes. His promises for you remain intact.
It’s time to get back on track. It’s time to heal. It’s time to dream again.
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“...but whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of harm.””
Proverbs 1:33
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