There are some things words just can’t fully explain.

Healing with Jesus is one of them.

It’s spiritual. It’s supernatural.

It’s peace in the middle of pain.

It’s comfort in the moments that should undo you.

It's not instant.

But it's faithful.

Like a habit of Heaven that forms over time.

Not because it is earned... but because He is just that kind.

Alzheimer’s is a heartbreak that defies explanation unless experienced firsthand. This morning, I was reminded of the tender yet heavy reality of my precious mom slipping into memory loss.

Years ago, things like this would have numbed me.

I didn’t know how to feel, how to sit with sorrow, how to face grief without letting it consume me.

But Jesus changed me.

Not overnight. But over time.

Through Spirit, Word, and quiet moments that no one else could see. He met me in my seclusion and redirected my attention from a downward loop to encompassing love.

He didn’t just patch me up — He reshaped me.

He taught me to breathe through the triggers, to feel the ache without falling apart, to walk with compassion instead of being paralyzed by pain.

And though there are still things in my life that haven’t gone the way I hoped for — relationships, dreams, plans I held onto — I’ve learned something deeper than disappointment: I’m not alone.

And that has changed everything.

Healing with Jesus isn’t about arriving.

It’s about abiding.

It’s about His strength made perfect in our weakness.

If you’re walking through something heavy — maybe no one knows how heavy — please know this: the healing you’re longing for may not come all at once. But it is coming in every surrendered moment.

Scripture to Rest In:

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” —Psalm 147:3

A Whispered Prayer:

Jesus,

Some days, it all feels like too much. But You’re not overwhelmed by my heart. You see what others can’t. You meet me in the quiet and remind me: I’m not alone.

Heal what I can’t fix. Restore what feels lost. And teach me to trust You one moment at a time.

Amen.