My Life. My Struggle. My Healing.

June 22nd, 2026

Jesus works in the most beautiful, simple, and sudden ways.

Today was one of the first Sundays I worked at the coffee shop. On my way there this morning, I prayed and asked Jesus to reveal Himself to me throughout the day. I prayed for joy. I prayed for new friendships. I prayed for His presence. I prayed for him to speak to me. Later, while making coffees and moving through my shift, I whispered another small prayer:

Lord, let a miracle happen today.

And He answered.

Right before we closed, a group of women came into the shop. They were kind, warm, and full of light. They sat together in the corner talking, and as I swept and wiped tables, I felt led to ask if they were doing a Bible study. They laughed and said no, but told me if they ever did, I’d be welcome to join. I asked what church they attended, and to my surprise, it was the same church that hurt me so deeply a few months ago. I shared a little bit of my story, and the oldest woman looked at me and asked, “Can I pray for you?”

Without hesitation, I said yes.

Before she prayed, she began speaking life into me. She told me I was beautiful. That I was made in the image of God. That the lies spoken over me by cruel people were not my truth. She reminded me that God did not create me to carry shame, rejection, or worthlessness. None of which I had told her that I had been feeling.

Then she prayed.

She prayed for healing.
She prayed for comfort.
She prayed for truth to replace the lies.
She prayed for me to forgive those who hurt me.
She prayed for Jesus to restore the broken places in me.

And as she prayed, she brushed her hands over my shoulders as if wiping away the weight I’ve been carrying for so long.

When she finished, another woman shared that she had a story much like mine. She spoke about how the Lord became her joy and how He carried her through her pain.

And in that moment, I realized something.

Earlier that morning, I had prayed for joy.
I had prayed for friendship.
I had prayed for Jesus to reveal Himself and speak to me.

And there He was—answering every prayer through strangers.

Then the older woman said something that hit me deeply. She told me that one day God would bring someone into my life who would love me and treat me the way He intended. She said God was preparing that person for me, but first He wanted me to heal.

That hit hard.

Because lately, I’ve been praying for something else too—that if it was God’s will, He would change my estranged husband and save my marriage.

But in that moment, it felt like God was whispering something different:

I may not be saving your marriage. I may be saving you.

And the truth is—God has been saving me.

He’s been working in my heart since before my husband left. I’ve been healing. I’ve been changing. Everyone in my life has noticed how much I’ve changed in just six months. My heart is softer. My mind is clearer. My faith is stronger.

And maybe God does not want my marriage saved.

Even though I forgive my estranged husband for the hurt and cruelty, the truth is, I don’t know if he will ever change—no matter how badly I want him to, no matter how much I love him, and no matter how much I pray for him.

But maybe God is still saving my marriage in a different way. Maybe by healing me, my estranged husband will one day see his own need for healing and deliverance too. Maybe through that, love and our marriage could truly shine the way God intended.

Or maybe not.

And for the first time, I’m learning to be okay with not knowing.

I’m not holding onto the outcome anymore.

I’m simply letting the Lord save me.

And maybe through my healing, others will find healing too.

That’s what I have to hold onto.

That’s what I choose to believe. Because I am a living, breathing, walking testimony.

Beautifully made in the image of God.

Let’s keep going.

Love always,

Kelsey