It’s okay if your story isn’t the kind of stuff you want to blast all over social media. In the painful places, God is strengthening your patience. When your heart is broken, it’s also learning to be brave. 
How To Be Brave With A Broken Heart
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Thanks as I needed to hear this today. Every time I saw that life is good. God has a way of humbling me out of it often through pain. I know it’s building me but, just wish it wasn’t so tuff sometimes. I feel like I keep fighting but, am stuck in a rut for his purpose?
I’m learning alongside you, Brother. We all are. I forget too often and my sight is so limited, but I’m starting to see suffering as the Lord stretching and elevating my faith to new levels and opportunities of growth.
This post is so insightful. How many times do we harden out hearts when in pain, when instead a more positive outlook would be bravery. I love your heart!
<3 you, Mama J.
If I could only tell the world sis. 😉 It’s been a crazy six months with one test after the other, but I’m praising God through it. Some of it I’ll probably never tell because it won’t help the kingdom, but I’m trying to find the joy in the trial!
Brother, I bet we could run the coffee pot dry with our stories of pain and suffering over these last couple of years. Pain and suffering is a difficult adjustment; life never looks the same. It’s like being benched from the game of life and yet, I can’t deny these heartbreaking places are where my greatest growth occurs. When pride bleeds, we see humility. When “the last straw” pulls at strands of patience, we work out long-suffering. Injustice digs into love and unearths more grace than we thought possible. It all hurts. I remind myself that the Almighty, our Good Good Father gave us a choice: I can be bitter about this pain now for what I think I know is happening here or I can be better by allowing His Word to have its rehabilitative way in me for His revealed glory. Even typing this truth stings my heart a little. Grief and agony are not the stories social circles are made of – though it is a necessary part of my story… and yours.