A prayerful reflection inspired by Isaiah 61:1
I know why you're still standing here.
You aren't waiting because you're bitter.
You're waiting because your heart longs to know that what happened mattered.
You want someone to look into your eyes and say,
"I see what my choices cost you."
"I'm sorry."
"You deserved better."
There is nothing wrong with that desire.
Love was meant to take responsibility.
Repentance matters.
Honest apologies can become beautiful steps toward rebuilding what was broken.
But, My daughter, I don't want you to spend your life waiting beside this pool.
Because while an apology can be a gift...
It was never meant to become your source of healing.
I know you've imagined the conversation.
Maybe you've replayed it a hundred times.
You wonder if hearing the right words would finally quiet the pain inside your heart.
Perhaps it would bring comfort.
Perhaps it would even open the door to deeper restoration.
But I need you to know something that fear has made difficult to believe.
Your healing has never depended on another person's ability to understand your pain.
I understood it the moment it happened.
I was there when no one else saw your tears.
I heard the prayers you couldn't put into words.
I stayed beside you on the nights you wondered if your heart would ever feel whole again.
Nothing about your story has escaped My notice.
I have never minimized your wounds.
I have never asked you to pretend they didn't hurt.
And I will never call evil good.
But I am inviting you to loosen your grip on the belief that one conversation can restore what only I can heal.
Come closer.
Let Me speak the words your heart has been longing to hear.
I see you.
I believe you.
Your pain matters to Me.
What happened to you was not insignificant.
And what was broken in you is precious enough for Me to restore with My own hands.
Whether the apology comes tomorrow...
Years from now...
Or never at all...
My love for you will remain unchanged.
My presence will remain constant.
My healing will continue.
Do not mistake waiting for an apology as waiting for your life to begin again.
You are allowed to laugh.
To hope.
To heal.
To receive joy.
Not because everything has been resolved.
But because I am making all things new within you.
Keep your heart open.
Leave room for repentance.
Leave room for reconciliation where wisdom allows.
But don't leave your healing sitting beside this pool.
Bring it to Me.
I have been waiting for you here all along.
With everlasting love,
Jesus
An apology can acknowledge your pain, but it was never meant to become the foundation of your healing. The One who knows your story completely is also the One who is faithfully restoring your heart.
She is forgiven. She is loved. She is a new creation.
Ginia Bishop

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