There was a time when I thought the weight on my shoulders was just my portion in life. I had accepted the sadness, the heaviness, the endless cycle of pain. I believed that joy was for others, not for me. But God said no. He refused to leave me where I had settled. At the moment I least expected it, His light broke through my darkness, and everything changed.
He lifted the burden that I thought would crush me. He turned my mourning into joy, my sadness into laughter. Where there was once despair, there is now gratitude. Where there was once hopelessness, there is now unshakable faith. He has given me beauty for ashes, just like He promised:
“To all who mourn in Zion, He will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair.
Isaiah 61:3”
I know what it feels like to believe that things will never change. I know what it’s like to cry yourself to sleep, to wake up and feel the weight of another long, empty day ahead. I know what it’s like to feel forgotten, unseen. But let me tell you—God sees. He hears. And He comes through.
He is the same God who parted the Red Sea for the Israelites when they thought there was no way out (Exodus 14:21). The same God who shut the mouths of lions for Daniel when he was thrown into the pit (Daniel 6:22). The same God who walked through the fire with Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego so that not even a hair on their heads was burned (Daniel 3:27). And He is the same God who reached down into my pit and pulled me out.
“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever.”
Psalm 30:11-12
I am living proof that God turns things around. He restores, He heals, and He makes new. What once felt like a never-ending night has given way to a bright and beautiful morning. The gift of healing is indescribable—it’s like breathing fresh air after being stuck in a dark, suffocating room for too long. It’s knowing that every day is a gift, and no matter what comes, I will never walk alone again.
To anyone still in the darkness, still carrying the weight, still wondering if God has forgotten you—I promise you, He hasn’t. His silence does not mean absence. His delay is not denial. Keep fighting. Keep pushing forward. Even when you can’t see Him, He is there, working things out in ways you cannot yet imagine.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
Psalm 30:5
I have seen the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living (Psalm 27:13), and I know that if He did it for me, He can do it for you. Hold on. The darkness will not last forever. God is faithful. And when He turns things around, He does it in ways that leave no doubt—it was Him all along.
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