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BROKEN - DAY 23.

HEARTBREAK.

Not everything in life is meant to be a beautiful story. Sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us how to love. And sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us how not to love. Yes, some people leave, but that’s okay, because their lessons always stay, and in the end, that’s what matters.

I know it’s difficult to move on. It breaks you in ways you never imagined you could break. It takes parts of you you didn’t even know you had, and it leaves you standing in front of the mirror confused about who you’ve become. But when this happens, do not fear the rebuilding. Do not mourn the pieces of yourself that have fallen away. Instead, look at the journey, the memories, the sacrifices, the moments that shaped you. Look at it all from a place of healing, and choose to create yourself again.
Shape your spine stronger this time, and your heart bigger this time. Let the pain refine you, not define you. Let the loss deepen you, not darken you. And when you rise, because you will, you’ll rise wiser, softer, and braver than you ever were before.

Healing is not a straight line. Some days you will feel whole, and other days you will feel like you’re starting from the beginning. That’s normal. Growth rarely happens in a single moment; it unfolds quietly, slowly, in the hidden places of your heart. Don’t rush the process. Don’t shame yourself for the days when the weight feels heavier than usual. Healing takes time, and that time is holy.

One day, you will look back and realize that the very things that tried to break you were the same things God used to strengthen you. The tears you cried watered the ground of your becoming. The silence you endured taught you to listen. The loneliness you felt pushed you toward the One who never leaves. None of it was wasted — not the pain, not the confusion, not the waiting.

©️ THE WILDERNESS CRY PUBLICATIONS 2025.

BROKEN - DAY 21.

PEACE BE STILL.

There are moments when the noise within feels louder than the world around me. Thoughts racing, fear rising, doubts multiplying, and faith feeling faint.

I’ve stood in those moments, trying to steady myself, whispering prayers that felt too small for the chaos around me. And then, in the midst of it all, I hear His voice: "Peace be still"

These three words, silences the chaos,
and reminds my soul who holds the winds and the waves.

It is more than a command, it’s a reminder. A reminder that my soul does not have to reflect my surroundings. That I can rest, even when the world shakes. That His word still holds authority over the winds that troubles me.

It doesn’t mean the storm disappears immediately, but it means I am no longer afraid within it.

Peace is not the absence of trouble. it’s the presence of God in the midst of it.

So when anxiety rises and fear whispers its lies, I choose to remember: He who calmed the storm still speaks. He who walked on water still walks beside me. And He who conquered the grave still reigns within me.

The winds may roar, the waves may rage, but they recognize His voice. And when He says, "Peace, be still", they have no choice but to obey.

So I will not be afraid. For even here, in the storm, I am not alone and the same voice that spoke peace then, still speaks peace now. The same voice that calmed the raging sea, still speaks to the storms inside me and It reminds me that even when everything feels out of control, He isn’t.

So I breathe again. I release what I can’t fix, surrender what I can’t carry, and let His calm settle over my soul.

Peace, be still, and know that I am God.

©️ THE WILDERNESS CRY PUBLICATIONS 2025.