“But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.” —Luke 22:32 (NIV)
If you’re reading this, I want you to know—I see you. I know what it feels like to walk through fire and wonder if you’ll ever come out whole. I’ve been through the storm and the rain. I’ve been broken, not just once, but in pieces. Life didn’t just bruise me—it tried to destroy me. I was betrayed, lied to, emotionally stripped, and spiritually drained. And yet, here I am… still standing.
But not by my own strength.
There came a moment, when all I had left was a cry. Not a prayer dressed up in pretty words, but a raw, guttural cry from the depths of my soul. And in that moment—the Lord intervened. I want to talk to you today, not from a place of bitterness or defeat, but from victory. I’m here to declare that God’s mercy reached down into my brokenness and pulled me up from ashes I never thought I’d rise from.
People may have conspired against me. Maybe you know that kind of pain—the kind that comes with betrayal by those you trusted most. But let me tell you, their plans did not override God’s purpose.
The enemy sifted me like wheat, just as Jesus warned Peter in Luke 22:31–32. But look closely at verse 32—Jesus says, “But I have prayed for you, that your faith may not fail.” That verse became a lifeline for me. Even when my faith was hanging on by a thread, Jesus was interceding for me. He knew I would fall. He knew I would be wounded. But He also knew I would rise.
And just like He told Peter—“when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers”—I believe that’s what He’s calling me to do now. To turn back and strengthen you.
Let me tell you what God’s intervention looked like in my life. It wasn’t always lightning and thunder. Sometimes it was a gentle nudge. Other times it was a flood of peace that made no earthly sense. He sent people, scriptures, worship songs, therapy, rest, quiet moments, and even closed doors to save me from myself.
When I thought my story was over, He began a new chapter.
I learned to focus on Him until I remembered who I was. Until I could look in the mirror and not see damage, but destiny. He reminded me that I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14). That I am not forgotten (Isaiah 49:15–16). That His plans for me are still good—even after the pain (Jeremiah 29:11). And most of all, that my scars are not signs of shame but of survival and strength.
So here’s what I want you to know, beloved:
- You are not too far gone.
- You are not too broken.
- God has not forgotten you.
- He still intervenes.
You may be in the fire now. But the fire won’t consume you—it will refine you (Isaiah 43:2). You may feel sifted, but you will not be destroyed. God is still the God who steps into broken places and breathes life again. I’m not telling you this from a stage of perfection. I’m telling you this as a woman who has walked through the valley and found the Shepherd still there. Who came out with limp and wisdom, with beauty for ashes and joy that makes no sense except that it came from God.
And now, I rise. Not because I am strong, but because He is. And if He did it for me, He’ll do it for you. Let this be your confirmation: The Lord is intervening—even now. Let me pray for you…
Heavenly Father,
I thank You that You are our Defender, our Protector, and our Advocate. When we are weak, You are strong. When we are surrounded by enemies—seen and unseen—You go before us and fight our battles.
Your Word declares in Exodus 14:14, “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” So Lord, I surrender every battle, every lie, every attack of the enemy into Your hands. We will not fear, for You go before us as a consuming fire.
Your justice will not be mocked, for Exodus 22:18 declares “suffer no witch or wizard to live.” So let your all consuming fire consume them into ashes now! In Jesus Mighty Name. Amen.