Sowing in Tears by Anabel Gillham

The pain was almost more than he could bear. He had never realized that a broken heart could hurt so terribly, but he couldn’t just sit down and cry. It was planting season. So he took his bag of seed and went to the field.


But there was no joy in his work. He didn’t hear the clear call of the meadowlark. He didn’t see the fields of yellow and lavender on the horizon. The smell of the fresh-turned earth escaped his nostrils. The bite of the pure spring air didn’t cause him to lift his head and take in great gulps, for even as he broadcast the tiny seed his eyes were blurred and his hands were damp with tears wiped from his weathered cheeks.

Then, when he could bear it no longer, he fell on his knees and his head touched the broken soil. His tears fell into the furrows, wetting the tiny ovule nestled in the pocket of earth. No one heard. No one saw. There was no one to touch, to care, to say, “I understand.”

To know such suffering…and still to sow.

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Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting. He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed, shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.  Psalm 126:5,6

Yes, you are hurting. But you cant just sit down and cry. The seed would not be planted and growth would never come. There would be no fruit to harvest. No, you must sow. And chances are, there will be no one who really understands . . . no one to touch you or hold you . . . no one to care. To know such suffering…and still to sow.

Gods promise is to you: Can you believe that one day you will actually SHOUT with sheer joy?

Grace for Life


God Loves the Broken Hearted by Cathey Stott

It seems timely to reblog this post…

This is an excerpt from a series of articles by Cathey Stott. I thought it was exceptionally helpful to those that are grieving…

The early days of grieving can be very foggy. Life seems unreal and many people report having trouble concentrating or difficulty with their memory. Some feel as if they are losing their mind. Be assured that all such feelings are normal. After all, your entire life has been turned upside down and your brain will need some time to catch up to reality. And then there is the matter of your heart. Your heart is broken so badly and into so many pieces that is seems there is no way you can ever heal.

Just remember what Psalm 34:18 says:
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
(NIV) Read more here

The Butterfly and The Stone ~ Dan Mayhew

Hope is a butterfly
Fear is a stone
As the father waits
for his son to come home.
For anyone who has loved a prodigal child, here is a voice in the night that says you are not alone. ‘The Butterfly and the Stone’ is a story of fear and hope on a journey that leads from the safety of home to Iraq, and home again to face a fiercer enemy: post-traumatic stress and addiction. Along the way is God’s love…found in a most unexpected place…
This book is an incredibly deep and heart felt portrayal of a father’s love for his prodigal son.
Quoting Dan Mayhew from the preface as he describes his book, “It is a journey ongoing, to a destination uncertain. It is a narrative of waywardness and the lessons that come from it. Moreover, it is not a devotional, nor a book of advise on parenting. It is a book of questions that hunger for answers; or perhaps, of encouragement – the hopeful sound of a distant voice in the darkest night that says you are not alone. At the heart, it is the story of God and me – and all His rebellious sons; of the Father and His prodigal race, as seen in the dark mirror of earthly fatherhood.”
Dan’s description practically takes my breath away. As you can see he is  a very gifted writer. As I read his book,  I found myself underlining sentence after sentence, because  what he was saying was what I  felt, and I was  astounded that he could so eloquently express what so many parents of prodigals feel in the midst of their heart-wrenching pain.
Dan describes so many lessons he learns traveling this prodigal journey. He comes to the point at the end of the book where he realizes  he has been enabling… Speaking about the scripture found in Matthew 17 : 14-15, Dan writes, “The father knew he could not help his son so he had stopped trying. He had reached the limits of his own love, so he gave his son to Jesus whose love had no limits. I had to do the same…”
The story doesn’t  end with a prodigal home-coming, but I hope that there is a future sequel…a rest of the story. Thank you, Dan, for writing your story. For reaching out to hurting parents, letting them know they are not alone. For giving comfort and wisdom and hope found through what you have suffered.
I would highly recommend parents read this book, especially if their prodigals are suffering from addictions.
Dan’s website… Stone Butterfly Woodcarving
The Butterfly and The Stone can be purchased at Amazon

A Way Toward Healing and Freedom

One of the most wonderful things about this little booklet When Disappointment Deceives is how it presents a simple answer. Often times we forget the simplicity of the gospel of Jesus Christ when we are entangled in webs of deception. As Christian in Pilgrim’s Progress remembered the Key of Promise, we also have a key to unlocking the dungeon of despair…

This is the fourth and last part of this series inspired by a booklet that has been a great blessing to me…If you would like to read the first post in the series, click here.

Quoting from the booklet, When Disappointment Deceives, “We’ve all been wounded deeply by the lies that come to us in our disappointment. Ultimate healing won’t occur until we get to heaven ~ Revelation 21:4. Then “there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain.” But for now, healing occurs when we realize how we’ve been deceived in our disappointment and allow God to show us what is true. Finding the truth heals by freeing us from the prison of deception and releasing us to be the people God intended us to be.

God wants us to heal and set us free from the power of the evil one’s lies, both past and present. He doesn’t save us from our sins, give us a new nature in Christ, and then just leave us at the mercy of Satan’s deception. The apostle John wrote, “ the reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the devil’s work.” 1 John 3:8

Remember one of the devil’s primary works is to mislead us with deception. That is how he causes the greatest harm. The good news is that Jesus came to put a stop to it – in a deeply personal way. He wants to meet with us in our hurting and deceived hearts and speak truth that brings healing and freedom.

He says to all of us who have accepted Him as our Saviour, “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock” Revelation 3:20. We first invited Him in when we trusted Him to save us from the penalty of our sins. Now the Lord wants further access into those places inside of us that are disappointed and misled. But He won’t come in unless we invite Him as we did the first time He met us in our hearts.”

I don’t know about you, but when I read these words they took hold of me… I have been a Christian for almost 35 years… I have been walking on this prodigal journey for 6 years now… I have run from my pain, I have run from my Savior… I cried out to God in my deep suffering a couple of years ago…my heart was so broken for my situation and others who were experiencing the same excruciating pain. I asked God to take his scalpel and do a surgery on my broken heart… and He gave me peace then, and He used my pain to comfort others, but there were still times when it would hurt again, when I would go through another disappointment or fear.

Not once did I simply think of asking Jesus to come in and heal my heart… to invite Him in to heal me. And when I read the words in this booklet it seemed so simple. Instead of running from my pain and my Savior, trying to comfort myself with my hobbies and other activities to get the thoughts out of my mind, I decided to turn to Jesus totally…to be still…to ask Him to heal me…to cry and give Him my pain.

“Inviting God into the disappointed and deceived regions of our hearts is a deeply personal and unique process. Sometimes it occurs alone in our private moments of prayer and reflection. At other times it happens in the presence of a caring friend or spiritual advisor. Some of us experience healing suddenly, while most of us come to know it gradually. God will ask many of us to revisit a wound more than once to bring a deeper sense of healing. “

So, there it is…so simple. Do not delay in your pain, do not run from your pain, but open the door of your heart and ask Jesus to heal the brokenness.

And remember it may not be instantaneous, but the healing will begin…

A brief summary of Jeff Olson’s steps that he shares in his booklet…

“Recognize what is actually happening to us in our disappointment and admit that we’ve played a supporting role in making things worse (even though we do not fully understand it).“

“Before we can give God greater access to our wounded hearts, we must surrender to Him by giving up our commitment to self-reliance and humbly present ourselves helpless and vulnerable to Him…

Surrender is putting to death our enemy within, the sinful flesh that wants to be in control. Sometimes life can hurt so much that we are willing to take over and do anything to end our pain. Surrender, however, is giving up the right to escape our pain through false comforters.”

“Once we surrender to God, the old disappointments that misled us will start to make their way to the surface.”

“It isn’t easy for any of us to spend time in the places where disappointment has paid an unwelcome visit. We will be tempted to cover it over with anger and soothe it with a false comforter. Many of us would prefer to shove our disappointment back down and pretend that it no longer exists. But we can’t invite God into parts of our lives where we won’t stay ourselves. Healing can occur only if we remain in them.”

“We also need to ask God to come into those unhealed places inside of us and surround us with His presence and truth. We need to ask Him to help us see more clearly the lies we are holding on to that we’ve learned in the midst of disappointment…and to speak to us in our place of need.”

God can speak to us in many different ways. It may be a still small voice, it may be a sense of His presence, a peace that passes all understanding. “ But He can also speak to us through other people, music, books, movies, a card or letter from a friend, and many other sources.”

“We must evaluate any idea or impression that comes to us by comparing it with the truth of the Bible. And we need to reject anything that contradicts or draws us away from the wisdom of His written Word and the love of Christ…If what we hear leads us to feel discouraged or feeds a bitter attitude, it is not from God.”

I hope that this message will bring you to a place of healing from the pain you are suffering, as it did for me. I highly recommend getting this little booklet, or reading it online… discovery series booklets

It Is Well With My Soul

Listen, please listen, to the glorious words of this song…

Now here is the story behind this beautiful hymn…
This hymn was written by a Chicago lawyer, Horatio G. Spafford. You might think to write a worship song titled, ‘It is well with my soul’, you would indeed have to be a rich, successful Chicago lawyer. But the words, “When sorrows like sea billows roll … It is well with my soul”, were not written during the happiest period of Spafford’s life. On the contrary, they came from a man who had suffered almost unimaginable personal tragedy.
Horatio G. Spafford and his wife, Anna, were pretty well-known in 1860’s Chicago. And this was not just because of Horatio’s legal career and business endeavors. The Spaffords were also prominent supporters and close friends of D.L. Moody, the famous preacher. In 1870, however, things started to go wrong. The Spaffords’ only son was killed by scarlet fever at the age of four. A year later, it was fire rather than fever that struck. Horatio had invested heavily in real estate on the shores of Lake Michigan. In 1871, every one of these holdings was wiped out by the great Chicago Fire.
Aware of the toll that these disasters had taken on the family, Horatio decided to take his wife and four daughters on a holiday to England. And, not only did they need the rest — DL Moody needed the help. He was traveling around Britain on one of his great evangelistic campaigns. Horatio and Anna planned to join Moody in late 1873. And so, the Spaffords traveled to New York in November, from where they were to catch the French steamer ‘Ville de Havre’ across the Atlantic. Yet just before they set sail, a last-minute business development forced Horatio to delay. Not wanting to ruin the family holiday, Spafford persuaded his family to go as planned. He would follow on later. With this decided, Anna and her four daughters sailed East to Europe while Spafford returned West to Chicago. Just nine days later, Spafford received a telegram from his wife in Wales. It read: “Saved alone.”
On November 2nd 1873, the ‘Ville de Havre’ had collided with ‘The Lochearn’, an English vessel. It sank in only 12 minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people. Anna Spafford had stood bravely on the deck, with her daughters Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Tanetta clinging desperately to her. Her last memory had been of her baby being torn violently from her arms by the force of the waters. Anna was only saved from the fate of her daughters by a plank which floated beneath her unconscious body and propped her up. When the survivors of the wreck had been rescued, Mrs. Spafford’s first reaction was one of complete despair. Then she heard a voice speak to her, “You were spared for a purpose.” And she immediately recalled the words of a friend, “It’s easy to be grateful and good when you have so much, but take care that you are not a fair-weather friend to God.”
Upon hearing the terrible news, Horatio Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to join his bereaved wife. Bertha Spafford (the fifth daughter of Horatio and Anna born later) explained that during her father’s voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge. “A careful reckoning has been made”, he said, “and I believe we are now passing the place where the de Havre was wrecked. The water is three miles deep.” Horatio then returned to his cabin and penned the lyrics of his great hymn.
The words which Spafford wrote that day come from 2 Kings 4:26. They echo the response of the Shunammite woman to the sudden death of her only child. Though we are told “her soul is vexed within her”, she still maintains that ‘It is well.” And Spafford’s song reveals a man whose trust in the Lord is as unwavering as hers was.
It would be very difficult for any of us to predict how we would react under circumstances similar to those experienced by the Spaffords. But we do know that the God who sustained them would also be with us.
No matter what circumstances overtake us may we be able to say with Horatio Spafford…
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul!
It is well … with my soul!
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Praying that this story and hymn will minister to you today.
Story from A Hymn and It’s History
It Is Well With My Soul sung by Chris Rice

The Garment of Praise for the Spirit of Heaviness

I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.” Psalms 27:13

Love can be so bitter sweet…like the love of a parent for a prodigal.

A chasm deep and wide … so incredibly deep. I picture my hand reaching across it as far as I can reach and the hand of my son reaching from the other side of the great chasm, but our hands can not touch.

We ache for our love for each other, but we can not reach each other for that chasm of sin lies between.

A chasm of space and time

I wept and my heart was once again broken, because God’s timing was not yet right. I wept the tears of longing.

For days the waters kept overflowing and my eyelids could not press them back.

Where was my HOPE?….Where was my FAITH?

We gathered around our living room for our devotion time…lifting up our voices in unison we sang songs of worship and praise

As the deer panteth for the water so my soul longeth after Thee…
You alone are my heart’s desire and I long to worship Thee.
You alone are my strength my shield…
To you alone may my spirit yield …

Choking up there were times I could not voice the words from my mouth, but I heard the melodic harmonies in rapturous song floating all around me…

And then prayers emanated around the room …the most beautiful perfumed fragrances floating up to the Father on High…a healing balm to my broken heart.

To hear the earnest prayers of my children desiring the will of the Father in each life…all in their own personal way… their own personal relationship with Jesus…

It was awesome…so awesome that my broken heart in a moment’s time was touched by the most awesome LOVE in the Universe.

…”to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.” Isaiah 61:3

And this morning I read this scripture…

But what think ye? A certain man had two sons; and he came to the first, and said, Son, go work to day in my vineyard. He answered and said, I will not: but afterward he repented, and went. And he came to the second, and said likewise. And he answered and said, I go, sir: and went not. Whether of them twain did the will of his father? They say unto him, The first. Jesus saith unto them, Verily I say unto you, That the publicans and the harlots go into the kingdom of God before you.” Matthew 21:28-31

Parents have hope…our prodigals have said no, but they will repent

A beautiful card given with LOVE to me from my sons and daughters…

Blaming Yourself For Your Prodigal

It’s been awhile since I’ve looked online for an article about prodigals that I think would be helpful, but tonight I came across this one…thank you to whoever wrote this…

My husband and I have experienced the reality of knowing, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth” . Our two daughters professed Christ at an early age, witnessed in their schools, traveled on mission trips, and embarked into adult life with a passion for Christ. Our family life has been built around joy and laughter; and even through the teen years, we enjoyed close family times backpacking and ministering together here and abroad. The girls have been characterized as leaders, constantly encouraging and challenging those around them to live their Christian beliefs.

It always brought us great joy knowing that our children were walking in the truth. Then one bought into a lie. Now we see the flip side to the above verse; there is no greater sorrow than seeing your children walk in a lie. Since our daughter’s ungodly choices, we have grieved for the loss of our close family relationships, for our witness in our community and family, over the eventual consequences of her decisions, and even grieved that God would allow this to happen.

Our joy, peace, energy, and focus have been drained and replaced with despair, anger, fatigue and distractedness. We have been plagued by questions. How could this happen? What should we do? What would influence her? How should we respond? Our close family was thrown into crisis; joy turned to sorrow, and lies twisted truth. The parable of the prodigal son has become a real and personal journey with a precious, yet prodigal, daughter.

At one point in this heavy journey, I had a mental picture of us facing our prodigal daughter, she standing with her back to us. We were pleading and begging for her to turn around, listen to God’s Word, and recognize the lies. Then the focus shifted and God was standing behind me, my back turned to Him, and He was calling me to turn around and to recognize the lies. God was trying to get my attention while I was trying to get my daughter’s attention. Her lies were different from mine, but nonetheless I had also been ensnared by lies. God was pleading with me to recognize and accept His truth in my own life.

God’s truth needs to be sorted from the enemy’s lies.

I cannot allow my daughter’s actions to define me, but I can, through God’s help, allow them to refine me. Through godly counsel and His Word, the truth is being sifted from the enemy’s subtle and pervasive lies. The refinement process is not complete, but I have identified, examined, and discarded the following lies:

Lie #1: What if?

The enemy loves to get us into the “what if” or blame game. What if I had been more persuasive? What if I had counseled her with more studied words? What if I had been more discerning? What if I had just been a better mom? I was consumed with analyzing every nuance over the past years, reviewing my interactions, and questioning my role as both mother and wife.

My analytical thoughts became paralyzing and I spiraled downward into a pit of remorse and inadequacy. Slowly through the slime, I began to see that it is not all about me. My eloquence or lack of it, my parenting skills or lack of them, will not ultimately change a heart. That is the Holy Spirit’s job. I can be obedient to God’s direction. I can do the best I can in parenting and counseling. But the ultimate work is God’s. My pleas will not bring a prodigal into right thinking, right living, or right decisions.

Our daughter made this choice in spite of Scripture, godly models, and counsel, and she will also reap the consequences of her choice. Ezekiel 18:20 reminds us that “…the son will not share the guilt of the father, nor will the father share the guilt of the son. The righteousness of the righteous man will be credited to him, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against him.” I can neither accept the blame nor take the credit. The “what ifs” must cease because they are not from God.

Lie #2: If you parent well enough, your child will not make ungodly choices.

When my daughter turned away from her firm foundation, I questioned how this could happen to my family. Subconsciously and incorrectly, I presumed that Proverbs 22:6, “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it” guaranteed a child’s godly choices. The Lord showed me, through my own heartache, that I have wrongly judged others and their parenting ability. I thought if someone had a child not walking with the Lord, it was always a direct reflection on their parenting skills. Now on the other side with a wayward daughter, I realize the lie and repent of my judgment of others. Godly parenting does not guarantee a godly child.

Lie #3: My prodigal adult child disqualifies me for ministry.

One of the qualifications listed in 1 Tim. 3:4 for an overseer is to “manage his own family well and see that his children obey him with proper respect.” This does not refer to adult children. But Satan wants to fuel our insecurities, have us focus on our inadequacies, and cripple our ministries. Instead of stepping out of ministry, we should step up to be used by God. The more open and transparent we are in our parenting journey, the more dependent we are on Him for strength, and the more opportunities there will be for us to minister.

During the painful times of answering concerned inquires about our daughter, has emerged a new openness for those sharing similar burdens. One embarrassing instance of addressing pointed questions at a neighborhood party resulted in a phenomenal opportunity to share God’s truth. Leadership is not about being perfect individuals. It is about being humbly obedient and available. Transparency and vulnerability can make us better servant ministers.

Lie #4: God is powerless to intervene.

Somewhere in this extended battle, I crossed the line from believing God would not act to believing God could not act. I fell prey to the lie that God could not change our daughter’s mind or way. My personal systematic theology had me spinning in circles around God’s sovereignty and the free will of man. The Lord had chosen to not answer my fervent prayers to radically intervene in our daughter’s life. Since faith and hope are intricately entwined, I was hopeless.

My view of God was too small. I do not understand how God’s sovereignty and free will work, but I have become convinced that God is so much bigger than we can ever imagine. He can and will intervene if He so chooses. This mom needs to trust more, worry less, and stop trying to figure everything out. He is God and I am not! My God, our God, is a God of hope that fills us with all joy and peace as we trust in Him (Rom. 15:13), and He is more than able to do great things.

This mother’s journey in parenting a prodigal is far from over. The hurt and sadness are still very real and close. But as the Lord has revealed the insidiousness of the enemy’s lies, the burden has become more manageable. Now I can focus on what I am learning and not on what my daughter should be learning. This was reiterated during a recent visit. We were scheduled to rendezvous with our precious prodigal after church.

The sermon was unexpectedly all too relevant: “Grace Demands a Death.” The pastor pointed out that if we are to extend grace, as Christ did, we must also experience death. As parents, we need to die to our dreams, our desires, and our expectations for our children. We need to love them unconditionally, expecting nothing in return. Still stirred from this poignant message, we exited the church building and saw our daughter standing on the far side of the parking lot.

My husband ran to our cold, stiff daughter, standing sullenly by the car, and wrapped her in a warm, loving hug. That was our best visit to date! My hope has been renewed; He is restoring my soul. Like Habakkuk, I will wait and keep watch from the ramparts to see what the Lord will do. God is in control and He loves us and our prodigals dearly.

The author has decided to write anonymously to protect her daughter’s privacy.

Hope For the Year to Come

A blog I happened to notice when opening an email from Dayspring really caught my attention. Not only has the author Holley inspired me with her beautiful blog, but when reading her post today, I thought of all the broken-hearted parents and siblings and I had to share this short segment of her post with you. You can read more, if you like, at her blog Heart to Heart.

“He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our sins, the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him and by His wounds we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5

“I was listening to a song with that verse in it one day as I drove home from work several years ago. I asked God, “How can you use me when I feel so broken?”


As I listened I realized that it was in His brokenness that Jesus brought healing to us. We think that we have to take what’s broken and make it perfect again. God thinks in an entirely different way—He took what was perfect (His Son) and through His brokenness brought us healing. Because of this, our brokenness can bring healing to others too. And in the process, it can also heal us.”



I have learned over the past year that my brokenness has brought healing to others and I am so very thankful. I remember crying out to God in my pain over my prodigal and telling Him that if He could use this broken-heart to help someone else, to comfort someone else going through the same pain to please do it. That’s when the idea came up for this blog. Know, too, that He is using each one of you to comfort and help others. No one can really know the pain one feels until they experience it for themselves.


“Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees; And make straight paths for your feet, lest that which is lame be turned out of the way; but let it rather be healed.” Hebrews 12:12-13

I pray for your healing, but even more that His light will shine through the brokenness and suffering you have experienced and bring healing to others. If you have any encouraging stories to share please do. I love to hear them and you never know whose heart you will touch.<3

Photo by Tera Dahlby

God Loves the Broken Hearted by Cathey Stott

This is an excerpt from a series of articles by Cathey Stott. I thought it was exceptionally helpful to those that are grieving…

The early days of grieving can be very foggy. Life seems unreal and many people report having trouble concentrating or difficulty with their memory. Some feel as if they are losing their mind. Be assured that all such feelings are normal. After all, your entire life has been turned upside down and your brain will need some time to catch up to reality. And then there is the matter of your heart. Your heart is broken so badly and into so many pieces that is seems there is no way you can ever heal.

Just remember what Psalm 34:18 says:
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

The Lord is close. He understands and loves you more than ever. I appreciate the way The Message phrases that passage: If your heart is broken, you’ll find GOD right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.

Grief is the feeling that you’ve been kicked in the gut and you can’t breath. It is during such times that it might feel like the Lord is no where to be found. But feelings aren’t always a reflection of the truth. The truth is found in the Bible when it promises that the Lord is close and has not left you. The very words of Jesus solidifies that promise in Matthew 5:4

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. (NIV)

Believing what God says is a choice you make even when you are feeling as if there is no hope. Hang on to the truth that Jesus is comforting you through each tear you cry. Remind yourself that Jesus not only came to forgive sin, but to make you whole. Our loving Savior will take the broken pieces of your heart and replace them with the peace that only He can bring. God will heal your broken heart. Let that thought be the light at the end of the long tunnel of your grieving journey.

Your grieving toolbox already has the tool of journaling. I pray that you are using this very effective tool. Here are a few topics you may choose to write about, or you may simply choose to write about how you are feeling.

1. How has God responded to your broken heart?
2. In what ways have you felt “crushed in spirit”?
3. Since Matthew 5:4 says that those who are mourning will be blessed, what kind of blessing can you expect from God?
4. What emotions have surprised you this week?
5. What has been the best thing that happened to you this week?
6. What has been your greatest disappointment this week?

Another tool I would like for you to add to your toolbox is scripture meditation. This simply means to think about each word of a specific Bible verse and imagine what it means in your life. I would like for you to find a 3×5 card and write Psalm 34:18 on it. Then, tape it to your bathroom mirror or on your refrigerator or someplace where you will see it several times each day. Whenever you see this verse, read it to yourself and thank God for being close to you. Next, picture yourself in the loving arms of the Lord. Soak in what it means to be loved by God and to have Him close.

Dear friend, I pray that God will heal your broken heart and bind your wounds. I pray that your heart will be healed in God’s way and in God’s timing. May the Lord of peace be with you every minute of every day. May God help you catch your breath. (Based on Psalm 147:3, 34:18 and 2 Thessalonians 3:16)

All for His Glory,
Cathey Stott

I Know Your Pain

To all you mothers and fathers and siblings of prodigals…I know your pain is excruciating. Likened to the death of a child, but almost worse because of the hurt of his or her rejection of you and of his or her rebellion to God. You know that you are not perfect, that you have made mistakes, but you feel like an utter failure and that God has deserted you.

As mothers our life strings are so attached and deeply interwoven with our children. It is painful, nigh impossible to cut those strings and let the child go. We weep, we cry out to God, we beg and implore Him to turn our children’s hearts back to their parents…but it seems as if nothing happens.
We agonize in the travail of prayer yearning to see the lost sheep return to the fold. We glance occasionally out the window hoping to see a glimpse of returning. There is always hope.


Sometimes the hurt is so immense we feel like dying…the death we need to die is to our SELF. As I lay on my bed in intense sorrow I imagine that God is the great Physician, scalpel in hand…and I cry out…
“O, Sovereign God wield your surgical scalpel and do whatever needs to be done to operate and mend the wounded and breaking heart within my breast. Let me die to myself and live to You. Fill me with the healing power of your Holy Spirit.”

When I totally surrendered myself He gave me peace…that “peace that passeth all understanding”.

Wholly surrender all your children and yourself to God.

“Love must have wings to fly from love, and to fly back again.” Edwin Robinson