Like many children of divorce, I had to deal with the distressing situations my parents’ remarriages presented. All of those transitions introduced significant challenges in my life, but they also created opportunities for my faith to flourish.
Dear readers, instead of my normal post today, I will share this popular poem from my past blog. I have been busy this week with a different project, but I will return to a normal writing schedule next week.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy today’s devotional poem. Blessings to you!
You lift me up
in the valley of despair
above shadowy sorrows
My heart was torn between two homes as a child of divorce. But with time and grace, God gave me healing through these verses:
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18 NIV
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3 NIV
One afternoon several years ago, I cried out to God from my prayer closet: “Why do you allow me to feel so much pain?”
I was standing in the intersection of old grief and new grief. That summer I wrote many memories in the form of poems, an excruciating process of reliving past hurts. I brought old hurts out in the open on paper, examined the pain, grieved the loss of what they revealed, and worked to put them to rest.
Joy came from the sorrow of my childhood longing and loneliness.
When I withdrew into private worlds of drawing and reading out of loneliness,